Harry Redknapp and Milan Mandaric’s tax case adjourned

• Case against to resume at Southwark crown court on 14 April
• Former Portsmouth duo charged with cheating public revenue

Tottenham Hotspur’s manager, Harry Redknapp, and the former Portsmouth chairman Milan Mandaric faced charges of tax evasion in court today.

Redknapp, 62, and current Leicester chairman Mandaric, 71, are jointly accused of two counts of cheating the public revenue dating from the time when they worked together at Portsmouth.

They appeared at City of Westminster magistrates court, in central London, for the first hearing in the prosecution process.

District Judge Timothy Workman adjourned the case until 14 April and released both men on unconditional bail.

Redknapp, the former Portsmouth manager, spoke only to confirm his personal details and gave his address as Poole, Dorset. Mandaric gave his address in court documents as the Walkers Stadium in Leicester. Both men leaned forward to listen to the hearing, which last less than 10 minutes.

It is alleged they evaded tax and National Insurance contributions due between 1 April 2002 and 28 November 2007.

Mr Workman said the plea and case management hearing will be held at Southwark crown court.

The two men were charged last month following an inquiry involving City of London police and HM Revenue and Customs.

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The pain and peril of being an undercover Leeds United fan | Rob Bagchi

Having to sit there and soak up the home supporters’ abuse can make you feel more partisan than if you were among your own

A consummate lack of organisation and the triumph of amnesia over experience have often left me on the morning of a Leeds away game with a ticket among the home supporters as my only method of going to the match. I know it’s not really the done thing and indeed one of my friends would rather bail out than have to sit on his hands all afternoon but when it came to last week’s FA Cup tie at White Hart Lane, squirreling myself among the Spurs fans still seemed a far more attractive prospect than not going at all and watching it on television.

It can be an unsettling experience for the uninitiated, particularly when the atmosphere was as robustly “old school” as last Saturday’s. The first hurdle is the walk to the ground, where the paranoia that you may get found out mingles with the even more unpalatable notion that the fans of your own side will mistake you for one of the opposition. Perhaps this is why some insist on having a secret sign about their person, the pin badge on the underside of the lapel that can be quickly flashed to save your skin if your assailant is particularly hawk-eyed, or a specific signal such as the Leeds salute.

It is inside the stadium, though, that the real mental torture begins. There is an etiquette involved and its first principle is to look as nondescript as possible. It still amazes me that certain naïve and wildly Utopian supporters will deck themselves in their club colours despite standing out like a zebra among a pride of lions. If they are shrewd or cunning enough to take a child with them as a shield to deter the milder elements from having a go at them they may well get away with it. But by and large, especially if your side does not lie down and lose and thus allow the opposition fans the opportunity to patronise the youngster and perhaps even ruffle their hair, it is not the wisest approach. Besides, kids can slow you down when you’ve got to make a run for it.

I would suggest that singing is a taboo, too. When a Forest fan of my acquaintance got Stretford End tickets for himself and his rather less worldly father at Old Trafford, his dad responded to a song alluding to Stuart Pearce’s penalty miss at Italia 90 during the warm-up by breaking into the “Psycho” chorus and wondered why he spent the next two hours getting pelted in the back of the head by scrunched-up fag packets and pie foils, while his son speculated loudly on whether he had in fact been adopted.

The best policy is to sit there in silence, staring resolutely ahead and trying to stifle the instinctive twitching and tensing of your body as the game progresses. Most poker players have “tells”, slight, involuntary changes to their demeanour that betray the state of their hands. Even when marooned in potentially hostile territory and perennially on guard to the dangers of the sort of subtle trap that did for Gordon Jackson in the Great Escape, football fans are the same and can give themselves away by the inopportune dropping of their shoulders or the clenching of their fists and the constant muttering under their breath.

So long as you act subdued and throttle the inclination to say something, you should generally be OK but the way you behave when there’s a goal for your side will always carry the threat of unmasking you as a fifth columnist. I find loudly berating the defence for some perceived lapse is a good outlet for the adrenaline but there is always someone hard or drunk enough or too daft to come in out of the rain, who cannot help himself and celebrates. If you are lucky enough to be at a ground in London this usually provokes some choice Guy Ritchie-style phrases involving “our manor”, “facking liberties”, “norvern scum”, followed by finger-pointing and entreaties to stewards and police to do something about it.

At White Hart Lane after Tottenham had retaken the lead, 30,000 fans sang “Wanker, what’s the score?” at the twerp on the Shelf who had leapt to his feet when Leeds first equalised. Part of me hopes there was a lone voice crying “2-2″ in the wilderness in the 95th minute when Jermaine Beckford converted the penalty but I suspect he was either unconscious, long gone or had belatedly made the equation between discretion and self-preservation.

Because you have to sit there and soak up the home supporters’ abuse towards your team it can make you feel even more partisan than if you were among your own. The right result makes it an invigorating experience and probably heightens the celebration by the time you reach sanctuary. It cannot replace being part of an identifiable group and being allowed safely to act the goat to your heart’s content but even with its constraints it is better to be there undercover than not at all.

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Tottenham midfielder Wilson Palacios is seeking success in memory of his murdered brother

Midfielder is pursuing his ambitions with Spurs and Honduras six months after contemplating retirement following the kidnapping and murder of his younger brother Edwin

The abandonment of their game with Liverpool was a source of great frustration for a Tottenham side who firmly believed they could secure a pivotal victory in the race to finish in the top four. But for Wilson Palacios, the pause in play does at least provide more time to reflect on what has an incredible year, during which the Spurs midfielder has established himself at a new club and helped his nation qualify for the World Cup – but also came close to quitting football altogether.

Personal trauma was the cause for the 25-year-old’s internal conflict, brought on by the discovery last May of the body of his younger brother Edwin. The teenager had been kidnapped from the family home in La Ceiba, a port city located on the northern fringe of Honduras, by an armed gang in October 2007. They demanded £125,000 for his release but, despite being given the ransom, went on to murder the 16-year-old.

“It was extremely tough for me and I did come close to retiring,” is how Palacios reflects on the tragedy. Anyone who has witnessed him perform for Spurs recently could conceivably put his eventual change of heart down to an inner determination and drive but the player is the first to admit that it took others to persuade him to carry on playing.

“It has always been my dream to be a footballer and my family and my friends kept reminding me of that,” he says. “I decided all I could do is keep focused. Playing for a club like Tottenham definitely helps you do that and everybody here has really helped me; my team-mates, the management and the directors.”

They in turn are just relieved Palacios not only returned to action but has performed so impressively since. The player, who arrived from Wigan for £13m 12 months ago, has featured in every one of Spurs’ 20 league fixtures and with his relentless runs and pounding tackles from midfield has become the driving force behind their gathering success – the London club are currently fourth, having won three and drawn one of their past four league games.

“My game has definitely come on since my time with Wigan,” Palacios says. “I am making progress. Overall, the team have been going well. We have dropped some points but everybody is still determined that this will be a successful year.”

What makes Palacios’s contribution more remarkable is that he is performing despite continuous mental torment. Edwin’s death still lingers and Wilson is fully aware that other members of his family – he has three remaining brothers as well as both parents – are at risk of being snatched at any time.

That is a fear many people in Central American share given the high rate of kidnaps that take place in the region, and it is particularly acute for those who, like Palacios, have wealth.

“It [kidnapping] is more prevalent if you are well known, especially a footballer,” he says. “I am aware that my family must take care with the way they go about their lives. It is something which is always on my mind.”

Family and religion are key planks of Palacios’s life. Raised in a devoutly Catholic household, he was introduced to football by his father Eulogio, who played for the Honduran club Le Mercedes before setting up a soccer school that all of his sons attended.

Wilson was the star and, having shone at his nation’s top club Olimpia, he was soon being offered to European clubs. Spurs supporters may jolt when hearing that his first trial in England was with Arsenal. “They treated me well but it didn’t come off because Arsenal have a surplus of midfield players,” he says. “Patrick Vieira had gone but Cesc Fábregas and others were starting to play.”

It was Arsène Wenger’s recommendation, however, that persuaded Steve Bruce to take Palacios to Birmingham before he then re-signed the player shortly after taking over at Wigan in November 2007.

Palacios eventually moved to London and shows no signs of slowing down his development. This summer he will also demonstrate his talents on a global stage following Honduras’s qualification for the World Cup, the first time they have reached the tournament since 1982.

“For my country this is an amazing achievement,” he says. “We know we’re in a tough group [Group H, which also includes Spain, Chile and Switzerland], but we’re looking forward to it.

“For my family, this is also a special moment, especially after what happened to Edwin. He is with God now but he is also with us, all the time and wherever we go.”

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