Roy Keane Story

February 12, 2011

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By Plashing Vole… I killed a man today. I am not a man of violence. Sure, I’m capable of controlled aggression when required. Ask Jaap Stam. That was a controlled response to a situation. Nobody could criticise me for that. But I killed a man today. He almost made it. I was opening the door, […]

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Roy, Roy, Roy…

February 5, 2011

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By Benjamin Judge… He said the manifold was dented. I still don’t know what a manifold is, but even then I was pretty sure that the word had nothing to do with teeth. I asked him, are you sure you are a dentist Roy? Manifolds, he replied, you always get doubters with manifolds. And then I […]

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Roy Keane

January 29, 2011

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by Patrick Campbell… And the next competitor please.” The man with the beard stands up, and walks directly to the black chair. No fear. No deviation. He sits, sitting bolt upright in the chair, and fixes his gaze on the presenter. “And your name, please.” “Royston Maurice Keane.” “And your age?” “None of your business.” […]

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Fir Trees

January 22, 2011

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by Robert Walsh… Sam had recently found a Youtube poster on-line called Kerry, who uploaded videos quite regularly.  He’d never contacted her, and her profile revealed little about her except that she made these clips in her spare time.  The clips were normally day-in-the-life footage of herself and her boyfriend engaged in various activities.  Her […]

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A Particle of Luck

January 1, 2011

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by Sarah Salway… ‘I’m going to reapply for that job,’ Joanne tells Roy. ‘I’m going to go in every hour every day until they employ me. And then I’m going to charge them interest on my salary. I’m going to make them pay me double for my trouble.’ Joanne wishes she’d remembered to say ‘gonna’ […]

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Glasshouses

November 25, 2010

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By Sarah-Clare Conlon… As luck would have it, Roy’s ran out at the hottest point of the day. The crickets had worked themselves into an ear-shattering frenzy; the Tarmac in the valley below wobbled like a long blackcurrant jelly towards the sparse hills; the nearby ripe red wine grapes made the arid air as high […]

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A Day in the Glorious but Tempestuous Life of Roy Keane.

November 19, 2010

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by Benjamin Stonehouse…   His morning consists of mainly staring at an empty training ground calculating the exact second that his players are late whilst wishing he was walking the dog, reminiscing about past glories. One flashback appeared in the midst of his defanged consciousness; the day he called Mick McCarthy a ‘cunt’. But something […]

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