If we’re keeping a list of things Roy Keane hates, it would go something like: prawn sandwiches, smiling, masseurs, conversation, ABBA, the colour blue, Paul Pogba, Bruno Fernandes and Mick McCarthy. Especially Mick McCarthy.
Now we can add stag and hen parties to the list…unless there’s the opportunity to smash down the dregs of some dirty second-hand leftover soup in a hotel corridor. Of course.
