So it's the 2002 FIFA World Cup, and Roy Keane, in his outspoken demeanour, accused the Irish management of being amateurish.
During a team meeting, Mick McCarthy confronted Keane about his comments, and the fiery midfielder unleashed:
Mick, you're a liar ... you're a f___ing w__ker. I didn't rate you as a player, I don't rate you as a manager, and I don't rate you as a person.
You're a f___ing w__ker and you can stick your World Cup up your bollocks.
The only reason I have any dealings with you is that somehow you are the manager of my country.
You can stick it up your bollocks.
Luckily for McCarthy, the Irish were drawn in an easy World Cup group.
There were the Saudis who were one of the worst teams to ever grace the tournament and a Cameroon side devoid of creativity.
McCarthy's side qualified behind Germany and if they kept their nerve from 12 yards out, would have gone on to face South Korea in the quarterfinals.