Ferguson was well within his rights to get rid of him and indeed, more than that, it was the sensible football decision. Keane had become a disruptive and malign influence. He was well past his best as a player and wasnât the sort that would help younger players along, he saw them as a threat to him.
Absolutely, by the end of his career he had been shown up to be a cardboard hardman, being openly mocked by Jason McAteer when doing one of his trademark âlet me at himâ behind a group of players. Shearer laughing his hole at him when he lost the plot. The facade was evident and the aura was gone.
He then went off to Scotland for a half a season where a shoe cobbler made bits of him in a domestic cup tie.
I was out the back painting a wall on the Friday night and threw on off the ball. The first ten minutes or so was a presenter interviewing another presenter about how he might interview Roy Keane. It was horrendous stuff. Crazed egos all round.
But the wall looks good with its second coat of pale olive.
Late Keane would sort of remind you of Boris Johnson.
I refer again to a post I made some months ago comparing the traditional English love for a former all action midfield general being a manager (who fails) to the Tory partyâs long running and daft obsession with wanting a reincarnation of Churchill as leader.
I played against Keano when he was at Ranblers, I was 15 playing youths football, he scored a bullet header from a corner where I was picking him up.
Easily the best Irish player of my lifetime, one of the worlds best at his peak, but an awful oddball, I genuinely think he has lots of the traits youâd see in high achieving autistic people