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Makes a lot of sense, and makes you wonder about the amount of cr*p that is posted on these messageboards.
Signings will come, I'm sure - most of us, including myself, really have no idea what is involved in signing players and how long the process can take.
One thing the internet has provided is power to us online nobodies – power that is regularly abused. I had a walk up to Loftus Road on Thursday and saw Wayne Routledge outside, all shiny teeth and boasting a certificate from his just passed medical. “Is it true?” I gasped. “Yes,” he cried, “and I’ve never been happier. Innit.”
There, see how easy that was? Complete ******** every single word of it. Well, not quite every single word - I did go to Loftus Road on Thursday to try and get hold of a Bristol City programme but they’d sold out. Still, it got me out of the house.
The internet has provided a platform for me, you, escaped mental patients, anybody really to put fingers to keyboard and say whatever they like. No journalistic training, no knowledge of the PCC code or libel laws, no real incentive to tell the truth at all really – all you need is a keyboard and a broadband connection and away you go. I can say I saw Wayne Routledge outside Loftus Road and by Sunday people in the pubs around Shepherds Bush may well tell their mates that that pillock on LoftforWords says he saw Routledge outside the ground and quickly the story will spread. It would be a work of fiction, designed to attract readers to my website, but there’s no double source quality control online. Any chump can make anything up and post it for billions of people to see with no comeback whatsoever. When it comes to signings people want to believe they’re happening, so it’s really easy to get an army of followers hanging on your every slightly exaggerated (or completely made up) word if that’s what floats your boat, gets you hits or pays your bills.
It may seem strange for me to say it – having spent five years doing this site and working in a profession where it’s all about being first with the big news – but as one “Routledge 100 per cent done deal” post after another was inevitably followed by “few issues to sort out with Routledge” I sort of harked back to the days when signings would pop up quite unexpectedly on the club’s website, or even further back the morning papers, and you never even knew we were interested in them.
Simpler times. Still, Routledge and others will probably sign today rendering my preview dated and starting the usual sad ####athon about who called it first.
Signings will come, I'm sure - most of us, including myself, really have no idea what is involved in signing players and how long the process can take.
One thing the internet has provided is power to us online nobodies – power that is regularly abused. I had a walk up to Loftus Road on Thursday and saw Wayne Routledge outside, all shiny teeth and boasting a certificate from his just passed medical. “Is it true?” I gasped. “Yes,” he cried, “and I’ve never been happier. Innit.”
There, see how easy that was? Complete ******** every single word of it. Well, not quite every single word - I did go to Loftus Road on Thursday to try and get hold of a Bristol City programme but they’d sold out. Still, it got me out of the house.
The internet has provided a platform for me, you, escaped mental patients, anybody really to put fingers to keyboard and say whatever they like. No journalistic training, no knowledge of the PCC code or libel laws, no real incentive to tell the truth at all really – all you need is a keyboard and a broadband connection and away you go. I can say I saw Wayne Routledge outside Loftus Road and by Sunday people in the pubs around Shepherds Bush may well tell their mates that that pillock on LoftforWords says he saw Routledge outside the ground and quickly the story will spread. It would be a work of fiction, designed to attract readers to my website, but there’s no double source quality control online. Any chump can make anything up and post it for billions of people to see with no comeback whatsoever. When it comes to signings people want to believe they’re happening, so it’s really easy to get an army of followers hanging on your every slightly exaggerated (or completely made up) word if that’s what floats your boat, gets you hits or pays your bills.
It may seem strange for me to say it – having spent five years doing this site and working in a profession where it’s all about being first with the big news – but as one “Routledge 100 per cent done deal” post after another was inevitably followed by “few issues to sort out with Routledge” I sort of harked back to the days when signings would pop up quite unexpectedly on the club’s website, or even further back the morning papers, and you never even knew we were interested in them.
Simpler times. Still, Routledge and others will probably sign today rendering my preview dated and starting the usual sad ####athon about who called it first.
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