So I have a friend in America called John. He's one of the Gunner Bradys. John has a friend named Andrew. Andrew is also American.
Despite living on the far side of the Atlantic Ocean, Andrew knows his shit! Andrew knows that there is only one king. The king is not Obama, Elvis, head of the house Windsor or even a Targaryen. The king is Roy Keane. Long live the king.
I love how Andrew's arm hair looks like wrinkles on Keane's forehead.