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And in his new autobigraphy, Born To Score, Yorke says: "The manager's darkening mood was made only too clear on an ominous night for his regime. There were the first signs of tension between Keano and the Sunderland supporters. But that was nothing compared to the eruption we witnessed at half-time. We knew we were in for a tongue-lashing. We waited for the fireworks. Keano emerged from the washroom, quietly, calmly.
"He asked our kit manager if he can get the tactics board. 'Sure, boss, it's over here.'
"The board goes up. And Keano takes a running jump and smashes it over with a kung-fu kick. He screamed at Danny Collins: 'Never come to me and ask for a contract again.' And then the captain, Dean Whitehead, is next. 'Captain? Captain? Some f***in' captain you are,' he rages, slapping Dean about the head in the process, before turning on us all. 'I can't trust any of you!'
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The following month Keane produced another explosive dressing-room rant as his side trooped off at half-time following a goalless first-half at Stoke. "That didn't prevent a furious reaction from the manager," explains Yorke. "Keano once again delivered a kung-fu kick on the tactics board which sent it crashing. He launched into a tirade at the team that began with his telling me that I was being substituted.
"I took the decision on the chin. We lost 1-0, which did nothing to improve his temper and I later learned he was unhappy with me because I had not reacted to his decision to substitute me.
"When I got the chance to speak to him, I told him my view. 'We still had 45 minutes to play and I didn't want to bring the dressing room down any more than it already was,' I argued. 'The players needed encouraging, not slaughtering.'
"I stick by that; ranting at the players made no sense when there was still half a game to go.
"Two days later, Keano said to me: 'Listen, Yorkie. You've been great for me. But I've had enough of you. And as a manager I've got to make a decision. I no longer want you to train with us.' I was banished to the reserves.
"Five minutes before that showdown, a first-team meeting had been arranged downstairs and, gloomily, I made my way there.
"Arriving at the same door from the opposite direction was Keano. He stopped me in the corridor. 'No no, Yorkie, you're not in this meeting,' he said. 'You're outside with the reserves.'
"I have no doubt that, had I actually got to the meeting before him, he would have frogmarched me out in front of the whole squad.
"After that, the atmosphere around the club plummeted still further. For three, sometimes four days a week, we would see no sign of Keano and not too many players were disappointed when there was no sign of his car in the mornings.
"The dressing room started to get disconnected, splitting into little cliques and groups of self-interest.
"Paranoia rampaged through the club, players were at each other's throats and fighting one another; it was disintegrating before our very eyes.
"For the next five weeks it was like this and the results inevitably crumbled still further. And then, suddenly, I got a call from our elusive manager, who had not spoken to me since I was banished from the meeting.
"'Yorkie, I know things haven't been great between us but I just want to know if you're on board with me,' said Keano.
"I was so stunned to receive the call, never mind the question, that I couldn't think of an answer.
"Instead, I said I would pop in and discuss it with him the following day.
"Twenty minutes later I got a text from him: 'Don't bother - I think I've got my answer.' It would have been easy for me to tell him I was on board. I guess that was what he wanted. I'm sorry I couldn't do that.
"I'm not saying I would not have thrown my support behind Keano eventually; such is the immense respect I had for him as my leader then I probably would have. But we needed to talk first.
"By now I was convinced that club management was not for Keano.
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And Yorke reveals: "The rumours of his departure had been flying around for a while, but when it happened it was still a surprise.
"So I sent him a text saying how sorry I was how things had turned out, but thanking him for the chance at Sunderland and wishing him all the best for the future.
"Ten minutes later, I got my reply: 'Go f*** yourself.'
"I've still got that text on my phone. I keep it because to this day it shocks me - and yet at the same time, doesn't."
No wonder Ipswich are in the shit.