Stuck indoors with a cold.

Have amused myself with trying to prove that Louise Taylor, North East football correspondent for the Guardian, is in love with Sunderland football manager Roy Keane.

In my mind, if no one else’s, that is why she continues to write such glowing reports of Roy (transfer spend this summer £35m, league position: third from bottom).

Conversely, because if you love the red and whites, you hate the black and whites (and vice versa) it might also explain whey she write so negatively about my team, Newcastle United.

Anyway, you be the judge. After literally five minutes Googling here are assorted comments on Roy Keane by Ms Taylor.

Personally I think she’s in lurrrve. But that might just be because I’m childish like that.

(Roy is) immaculately turned out but never flashy (link here)

(Roy is) generous to a fault towards those within his inner circle (link here)

Keane is simply refreshingly honest. (link here)

(Roy’s) Touchline style (is) glowering, prowling, brooding, jaw-clenching - but always immaculately turned out (link here)

Sunderland’s manager (Roy Keane) - fast proving almost as snappy a dresser as the Portuguese (refers to Jose Mourinho) (link here)

One of Roy Keane’s most attractive qualities is his honesty (link here)

Sunderland’s eloquent manager (Roy Keane) (link here)

his (Roy Keane’s) invariably cliche- and platitude-free musings are always worth hearing and delivered in flowing, eloquent sentences that never seem to descend into grammatical black holes. (link here)

Now call me childish but: Louise loves Roy, Louise loves Roy, Louise loves Roy.

Oh and for that matter so does, not-as-funny-as-he-thinks-he-is, Barry Glendenning.

Grrrr. Bloody Sunderland loving Guardian hacks.

UPDATE: On going collection of Louise’s love notes to Roy kept here.