’twas two years ago this summer,
in a place they call Saipan,
that Ireland held a training camp,
before Korea and Japan.
But Roy Keane who was their captain,
was already in a huff,
as he complained that all facilities,
were hardly good enough.
He insisted on the plane,
that he be seated all alone,
and when he reached the hotel,
all he did was moan.
The balls weren’t pumped up hard enough,
the pitch was much too dry,
and Mick McCarthy’s orders,
he started to defy.
“You can stick your team up your Arsenal,
I don’t give a damn,”
screamed Roy at Mick McCarthy,
as he hurled toys out of his pram.
He stormed out of the training camp,
but was persuaded to return,
but the intinerant temper of Roy Keane,
continued on to burn.
He made the lives a misery,
for staff and players alike,
until finally Mick McCarthy,
told him to go and take a hike.
“Pack your bags Roy and go home,
we don’t entertain no rowdies,
we’re here for Cameroon,
the Germans and the Saudi’s.”
It divided up a nation,
in the cities, hills and bogs,
as Keane flew home to Cheshire,
to his family, press and dogs.
Back home to his big mansion,
with it’s pools and fancy lawns,
paid for by supporters,
who enjoy their drinks with prawns.
It was —- the biggest story,
Irish sport had ever seen,
as half the press supported Mick,
and the other half Roy Keane.
Some compared Roy Keane to Collins,
as a rebel for his cause,
while others cried out ‘TREASON,
just another traitor from these shores.’
The World Cup went well for Ireland,
only losing out to Spain,
but the unfortunate Mick McCarthy,
was soon to end his reign.
Fast forward twenty and three months,
to the merry month of May,
and Ireland have a friendly,
against Romania to play.
The gaffer now is Brian Kerr,
a coach much underrated,
but when it comes to Cork man Keane,
he seems intimidated.
When Keano demanded his toys back,
and said, —- he’s coming back to play,
Kerr and the docile F.A.I
just let him have his way.
They wiped his bottom with their tongues,
and put his toys back in his pram,
buttered him and flattered him,
and forgot about Saipan.
The pro United press and public,
welcomed him back with open arms,
again he was a hero,
in the cities, glens and farms.
They chanted the name Keano,
every time he touched the ball,
the man who divided Ireland,
more than Fine Gael or Fianna Fail.
He’ll play in no more friendlies,
he’ll be injured you can bet,
but like all fickle football fans,
HOW SOONETH THEY FORGET !!!