Roy Keane

Funny that. Ipswich was one of the away grounds where I never saw any aggro. Went there one time when we won 2-0 with Garth Crooks and Arthur Graham scoring. Went into a pub after the game to kill time before catching the train back to London, and we were drinking with the locals and having a good time. But I suppose this had nothing to do with United but Keane's relationship with their club. What did he do there to piss them off?

Dunno about that, went to the game myself but sat in the home end unfortunately, bunch of gobby chavs around giving it the biggun to a few of our players, so it didn't surprise me, the majority were families and good ol' tractor boys but yeah young chavvy dills who have nothing to do in there little town than spark up and the occasional oldie drunkard who spends his life in a spoons
 
Partly amusing but get a bit tired of these pricks (also Keane was goaded into responding with the prick,at Chelsea) then this dick as well as Sheeran.. what is it with these people? Do they have such dull lives which suddenly become excited when the Reds come to town?
I’m sure if theses incidents happened at OT we’d be hit with a charge of failure to control fans and in Sheeran case, failing to apply adequate security for the interview
 
Anybody seen the clip of Keane offering to meet an Ipswich fan in the car park afterwards?
Never change Keano!

Edit: My feed hadn’t

Partly amusing but get a bit tired of these pricks (also Keane was goaded into responding with the prick,at Chelsea) then this dick as well as Sheeran.. what is it with these people? Do they have such dull lives which suddenly become excited when the Reds come to town?
I’m sure if theses incidents happened at OT we’d be hit with a charge of failure to control fans and in Sheeran case, failing to apply adequate security for the interview
This is why he said he wants to stop doing punditry.
 
Some people can’t let the younger version of Keane go and see goading this version of him as practically a sport. It must be tiring for Roy; he’s met with a fair amount of well-meaning folk, or those who have taken on board that he’s a mellower, happier guy these days, but we see flashpoints with randomers giving verbal to get a rise out of him, or even those trying to physically assault him based off of pent up hatred and opportunism for the fella/player he was 2+ decades ago. It’s pathetic and where being a responsible person in the limelight really takes on a life of its own.
 
So did they meet in the car park or not? that's the only worthy news. The rest are just crap.
 
That fan can feck off, Keane is a wholesome chap these days - questionable choice in biscuits though...

 
So did they meet in the car park or not? that's the only worthy news. The rest are just crap.
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I didn’t think he did that badly, did he?

In his book he slagged off the squad and also amusingly said he should've realised Ipswich was never going to work as they play in Blue and he always hated teams who played in that colour. :lol:

Can also remember reading a passage where he moved his family down to a Suffolk village and there was some summer fete on that they went to and the bloke next to him started talking to him about the coalition so don't think it was quite his part of the country.

Bit silly for Sky to take the broadcast outside considering how bad the Weather was over the weekend.
 
Was it at Ipswich Keane tried to intimidate one of the players and they didn't back down and basically said let's take this outside and Keane backed down? Probably realising he's an old man now and picking a fight with a professional athlete wasn't too bright :lol:
 
My only takeaway from this is that Roy Keane loves biscuits.
Am surprised he likes them as you'd have thought for a guy that thinks smiling is pointless, that anything with taste would be too.
 
In his book he slagged off the squad and also amusingly said he should've realised Ipswich was never going to work as they play in Blue and he always hated teams who played in that colour. :lol:

Can also remember reading a passage where he moved his family down to a Suffolk village and there was some summer fete on that they went to and the bloke next to him started talking to him about the coalition so don't think it was quite his part of the country.

Bit silly for Sky to take the broadcast outside considering how bad the Weather was over the weekend.

That’ll be it so. I’d forgotten he was ever there. His management career began and ended at Sunderland as far as I can make out. The Ireland thing was just a token role. I love Keane, he’d be great craic to go for a flake of pints with and listen to his mad stories. He would also probably be someone you would avoid getting intentionally angry
 
Dunno about that, went to the game myself but sat in the home end unfortunately, bunch of gobby chavs around giving it the biggun to a few of our players, so it didn't surprise me, the majority were families and good ol' tractor boys but yeah young chavvy dills who have nothing to do in there little town than spark up and the occasional oldie drunkard who spends his life in a spoons

Can I ask what stand? We’re genuinely a nice bunch, honest guv. But I can’t speak for the new generation who don’t look back to the George Burley and Bobby Robson eras when we were a nice family club.

“The only crisis at Portman Rd is when we run out of white wine in the boardroom” said one of our toff owners (who later died an alcoholic)
 
Was it at Ipswich Keane tried to intimidate one of the players and they didn't back down and basically said let's take this outside and Keane backed down? Probably realising he's an old man now and picking a fight with a professional athlete wasn't too bright :lol:

Jon Walters yep. He picked the wrong guy for a couple of reasons -
1) I’d take Walters on my side over virtually any other player in a pub brawl.
2) he was one of our most popular players, the fans were on his side
 
Jon Walters yep. He picked the wrong guy for a couple of reasons -
1) I’d take Walters on my side over virtually any other player in a pub brawl.
2) he was one of our most popular players, the fans were on his side
You've given me an idea for a thread
 
My only takeaway from this is that Roy Keane loves biscuits.
In common with 99.9% of the British population. Mind you, in the Southern US, a biscuit is something that looks like a scone only minus the raisins. They eat them with a grey sludge they call gravy.
 
I think Roy needs to ignore shit like this. He's a multimillionaire, a successful pundit, one of the most successful ever players in British football, and he's letting some f**king nobody in the stands get a reaction out of him.

And he's now given ammo for every other blowhard to try wind him up for the rest of the season.
 
In common with 99.9% of the British population. Mind you, in the Southern US, a biscuit is something that looks like a scone only minus the raisins. They eat them with a grey sludge they call gravy.
Keano isn’t British! :eek:

I believe in Ireland the closest thing to a biscuit is a weird pancake thing made of Guinness (probably) and potato’s (of course) :lol:
 
Am I the only one who hates these outdoor studio set ups? I get why they do them, so it can be visually interesting and what have you, but it's so overdone. I remember during Covid watching a GAA game in Ireland and they had the pundits out during a fecking storm and all their notes and mics were being wrecked. Just put them in a fecking studio in the stand or in London and avoid all this rubbish.
 
Keano isn’t British! :eek:

I believe in Ireland the closest thing to a biscuit is a weird pancake thing made of Guinness (probably) and potato’s (of course) :lol:
My error. My mother (God rest her soul) was Irish and she used to make potato cakes, but she never called them biscuits. As I recall, they were made with left-over mash, flour, and some butter. She fried them and served them with eggs and bacon on a Sunday morning. Dad's favourite.
 
There should be a psychological study of grown men who just cannot keep their mouths shut when they see a person of any sort of fame or status. A sort of weird, aggressive giddiness that takes over. Sort of person you'd hate to be stuck next to on a train