Goram: Keano hated my guts

SHARK'S eyes. Dead, devoid of emotion, glaring at me. No handshake.

Welcome to Manchester United. Roy Keane-style.

The man who saw himself as the heartbeat of the Reds was giving me a message.

He just looked right through me as the embarrassed Steve McClaren, the United No 2, tried to introduce the new on-loan keeper to his volcanic captain.

From that second I knew there was no point in me making an effort with Keane.

Roy had things he stood by, things that framed his life, beliefs he clung to with a burning intensity.
Well, I had mine. What he did to me on that first morning at work at the most famous football club in the world didn't faze me.
It didn't send me scurrying into my shell. I just thought: "'F*** it. He's not going to stop me enjoying this."

He was a Celtic man, I was a Rangers man. He didn't like me. End of story.
Fair enough. After all, I'd done enough to make some Celtic fans dislike me in seven years at Ibrox.
There was to be no handshake. Ever.
The truth is we didn't exchange a civil word in the three months I was at Old Trafford. From day one we had arguments on the training pitch and didn't get on. It was serious stuff. He hated the sight of me.

However, I was 36 years old. I'd landed the move of my life in the twilight of my career. Was I going to let one man's sneering disdain for me wreck the experience? Forget it.

There were clashes between us. One day in training, we were playing a game of eight-a-side, and Keane and Luke Chadwick were up front for my team.

I always prided myself on the accuracy of my kicking, on being able to pick out a player from a distance, and that day I half-volleyed a peach right onto Chadwick's foot. The kid snatched at it and ballooned his volley over the bar.

Suddenly, I was the target of a volley of abuse from Keane.

"Hey you, give me the f*****g ball," he screamed.

I replied: "What, do you get the ball just cos you're Roy Keane? F*** off."

The atmosphere was icy from that moment on and on the way off the field Gary Neville collared me.

"Goalie," he said, "we don't talk to Roy like that down here. We just don't."

It was a telling insight for me. I respected Keane as a player, but I couldn't have that.

As far as I was concerned, the way he spoke to some of the players was bang out of order. Many of them were clearly s***-scared of him.

In some ways, it was daunting for me on that first day at United.

McClaren took me around and introduced me to the squad, player by player. Here I was in the inner sanctum of the biggest club on the planet.

Gary and Phil Neville's dad is called Neville Neville. He was a lovely man I'd played cricket against in my summers growing up in Lancashire.

As a result I knew the family and that was an ice-breaker. And for all of Keane's fury at my arrival, the rest of the dressing room respected me and accepted me right away.

Jaap Stam changed next to me each morning. He was a huge man, imposing, and some player. He was brilliant with me and helped me through it.

Paul Scholes comes from Middleton, where I grew up, so we also had a bond.

Ryan Giggs, David Beckham, Paul Scholes - they are technicians of football, craftsmen of their trade.

Beckham has earned every penny he has now because he is an unbelievably dedicated athlete.

I was his guinea pig on that training ground every morning.

We'd stay behind after the session had finished, and he'd practise his free kicks with me in between the sticks.

I loved it in the morning when he'd pop his head in after training and say: "Right, Goalie, let's go." He would stick a wall of plastic defenders in front of him, set down his 30 balls and we were off. Sir Alex had to force him to take days off. I loved working with the guy.

Beckham came through the youth ranks with Giggs, Scholes and the Neville brothers, and there was a strong bond between them.

Giggs was the best crosser of a ball while running that I had ever seen - moving at pace and swirling over a killer centre. But Scholes was the real diamond amongst them, the baby-faced assassin.

He was a man of few words, but he was well worth listening to when he did crack a sentence or two.

The clock had been ticking down on me at Motherwell. When I had three months of my contract left, they let it be known that I wouldn't be offered another one. I was knackered.

Miriam and I were together at the time and she was driving me to training one day when my phone rang. Coisty.

It was 9.30am and I thought he must be coming in from a night on the batter. Ally never phones you in the morning.

We blethered, and I shrugged it off and went into training.

Then at lunchtime on the way home the phone rang again. Walter Smith. He was manager of Everton at the time and warned me to keep my phone on because someone was going to ring me.

"What is it, gaffer? You got a job for me?" I asked. "Just keep your f*****g phone on," he growled.

Now I was starting to wonder what was going on. I suspected I was about to get the p*** taken out of me.

Two minutes later, the phone rang again. "Goalie, it's Alex Ferguson here. We've got Bayern Munich on Wednesday and Liverpool at the weekend. Barthez is injured and Raimond van der Gouw is struggling. I need you to come down on loan until the end of the season."

I said: "Coisty, f*** off". And put the phone down. Ally could do Sir Alex perfectly. I wasn't falling for that old one.

The phone rang again and I told Miriam to answer it this time.

"Miriam, this is Alex Ferguson, and you can tell that fat b*****d he's got ten seconds to say aye or naw."

It really was him. I thought I was dreaming.

I'd been playing football for 20 years, and there had been many great moments.

But I don't think many come close to that call from Sir Alex Ferguson.

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage...d-my-guts.html

But Scholes was the real diamond amongst them, the baby-faced assassin.

Goram: Keano loved me

@#%&! of a man by all accounts but in his prime one of the best keepers I've seen play. in the mid 90s he was amazing. up there with schmeichel imo

Originally Posted by Harfynn Teuport

Goram: Keano loved me

Was "Goalie" his nickname, or did everyone call him that because they couldn't be arsed asking him his name

Every story I read like this just makes me love Keano even more.

Originally Posted by koppas

Every story I read like this just makes me love Keano even more.

Really? They just make me realise what a #@&%! the guy was/is. Hell of a player but clearly a @#%&!.

Originally Posted by Lok

Really? They just make me realise what a #@&%! the guy was/is. Hell of a player but clearly a @#%&!.

Yes, really. People forget just how much he done for this club. He had an attitude problem, big £#%&!ing deal.

good read that

i wonder how Keano would have put up with berbatov

Originally Posted by denis lawless

i wonder how Keano would have put up with berbatov

And Nani.

Originally Posted by koppas

And Nani.

He'd have pushed him by now during a game

i preferred the other Andy Goram to be fair.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pr45hnkeg6U

Legend.

Originally Posted by denis lawless

i wonder how Keano would have put up with berbatov

bunk bed

Originally Posted by Chorlton74

i preferred the other Andy Goram to be fair.

That came about 10 posts late but never mind.

Originally Posted by koppas

Yes, really. People forget just how much he done for this club. He had an attitude problem, big £#%&!ing deal.

He was the club captain. We perform better when we work as part of a team. Keane admitted he treated Veron badly and now we hear that he was a @#%&! to Goram as well. If this was any other player people would be condemning him. Worth remembering too just how long Keane's decline was. WHen Goram was there he wasn't the player he used to be yet still felt he could abuse others. The guy was a good player but a complete @#%&! of a man.

If that impresses you then I suggest you go to Labour next party conference, it's full of @#%&!s. You'd love it.

He had a Loyalist Paramilitary shrine in his house. Stupid bastard.

Originally Posted by Fuzzy Dunlop

He had a Loyalist Paramilitary shrine in his house. Stupid bastard.

No point leaving it outside though is there.