Written by dandan

It’s not easy being a dinosaur you know, not in the instant digital world we now have to inhabit. Now this dinosaur’s brain might not be what it was, if indeed it ever was, but to me twitter and face book seem like forums for airing your dirty linen in public.

Numerous sportsmen from diverse disciplines glory in posting their no longer private thoughts out in cyberspace without thinking it through, then wonder why the world goes pear shaped and falls on their head. It’s also not easy to say you were misquoted when it’s in cyber writing, so to speak.

They say it’s their way of connecting with the fans, but do we fans need to know the ups and downs and intimate goings on of club life. Is it that important? What about loyalty to the club and your mates, shouldn’t these things stay in the dressing room or on the training ground?

Why would anyone want to follow the minute-to-minute musings of a club footballer? Unless of course, you are a Journo looking for tomorrows copy, or an agent after making a buck, from a disaffected player

Transfer window closing day sort of brought this home to me, every time a news channel went “live” to a club or training ground gate, there, behind their own man was a gaggle of people all busily entering messages into mobile phones, or holding one clamped to their ear.

What is the matter with us fans, we can see these guys are in and out of cyberspace looking for info and yet when they regurgitate it, on air or in the paper, we then discuss it on blogs like this one, as if it is really so, even though we know that much of it probably started life on a blog in the first place. What goes around comes around I guess.

All right, ok, I agree, maybe I am a Dinosaur, although I am on face book because that’s a way to keep up to date with the kids and grandkids, but help me out here guys, what should we call you twitter lovers, other than addicted.