Mick McCarthy proved he really might be the dourest manager in football by kissing and making up with long time enemy Roy keane. After their magnificent bust up in Saipan four years ago I was spoiling for the two Irishmen (well one Irishman and one Yorkshireman who was involved with the Irish national team) to have a good old fashioned metaphorical punch up via the press, followed by a titanic game of footy when McCarthy's Wolves face Keane's Sunderland tonight.

"I will shake his hand, of course I will," said McCarthy. "And it will be a genuine gesture and not something for the TV cameras. I will also ask Roy into my office for a drink afterwards - I know he doesn't drink alcohol but I'll pour him a lemonade or a cola or a coffee or whatever he wants."

That list bit about drinking got my hopes up. Was McCarthy making a sly dig and taking the piss about former Manchester United captain Keano not drinking? But he's not is he. McCarthy is going to be face to face with the man who said this to him:

"Who the f**k do you think you are having a meeting about me? You were a crap player and you are a crap manager. The only reason I have any dealings with you is that somehow you are the manager of my country, and you're not even Irish you English c**t. You can stick it up you're b******s."

And he's going to invite him into his office and offer him a nice cold glass of lemonade. Boo.