The incredible news about Robbie Keane does not stop. After reading about how Americans worship him on AOL this morning, we know learn that Robbie and feckin' Morrissey are so chummy that Moz paid a visit to the Galaxy locker room after Tuesday's win over Tijuana.
Morrissey was even inspired to pen this paean to the Ireland captain (and his distant cousin).
It was a joyous head-storm to attend LA Galaxy -v- Club Tijuana last night and to see captain Robbie Keane score in the fourth minute. Why, exactly?
Well, family tree aficionados will be aware that Robbie and I share the same Irish blood; his late grandfather (Thomas Nolan) being my own father's cousin. In filial terms the Irish blood, English heart genetic between Robbie and I is evident - his chin is my chin, my chin is his. Robbie was raised on Captains Road (as was my mother) in Crumlin (Dublin), before he was shipped out to Tallaght. He is a gentleman of the highest caliber (or, if you must, calibre), and to watch him on the pitch - pacing like a lion, as weightless as an astronaut, is pure therapy. Robbie, the pleasure, the privilege is mine.
I have to say, our estimation for Robbie has never been higher, and I doubt it ever will be. I wonder if we'll get a version of 'Robbie's Keen' any time soon.