บท 393: Keane, The Man Part 2

When he got home, Twain could only vent all his disappointment to Dunn. This was not the first or second time that Dunn had acted as his audience. He ate his meal while he listened to Twain grumble.

"…Damn the Celtics! Dammit! If it weren't for them, Roy Keane would be my man now! Our midfield would have a player who all our opponents would be afraid of, a fierce player and a commander! He could have helped me get all the championship titles. He can still play three more years of high-level football, not just run to Glasgow to prepare for his retirement! And that's not even a good place to retire; it's much worse than Qatar," Twain eventually mumbled to himself.

When Dunn finished eating, he cleared the dishes and glanced the still somewhat agitated Twain. "In that case, the media will say that Nottingham Forest is a retirement home now."

"I don't give a damn what the media says." Twain furiously took a bite of the beef.

"We still Wood in the midfield."