First things first...to anyone who has ended up at this page via Google (or any other well respected search engine, we're not picky here) by searching "Blog from the bedroom" expecting to find either a little bit of blue describing heinous sexual deviance or some sort of marriage/couples therapy...I'm sorry to disappoint you but neither of your pervy satisfactions will be fulfilled on this page, the title of this blog has simply come about because I happen to be in my bedroom whilst I type this. For some reason I find the writing of each of these posts ends up a little bit like mental diarrhea, where I start with a point in mind and then amble on to whatever conclusion I have formed at the bottom of the page, however titles seem to be a step too far and the pressure to think of something witty and eye-catching unfortunately evades me...but since you're here why not hang around, maybe you might learn something.
The true purpose of this entry is of course deadline day, that most beautiful of days when usually sane sports journalists turn into bubbling messes trying ever so hard to break the big story of the day, and in the process reporting some absolute rubbish from sources such as 'my mate Dean'...lets put this into perspective, if Joe Public rang up Sky News claiming they'd just seen Muammar Gaddafi landing at Battersea Heliport, those fine ladies and gents at Sky News would not immediately fire up the 'Breaking News' bar to report he was about to sign for Chelsea. But this is football we are talking about, and transfer deadline day like so many other aspects of the beautiful game, makes normal people turn a little bit funny.
The rise of Twitter has made today even more special than usual. No longer does someone have to text or email someone in the media world to air their sightings, now with a clever use of a hashtag they can publicise it themselves to the entire world. Sky Sports News do love quoting a bit of Twitter and for some reason they also deem it a respectable source of information...despite some of the ridiculous rumours that have emerged today.
Sky Sports News themselves have made the day even more ridiculous, and have spent the day making all of their reporters appear completely inept. I does make me chuckle every time shouty shouty Jim White starts screaming into my front room about the latest "breaking news" only to cut to a guy looking cold, surrounded by ominous looking youth (the ranks of which seem to swell each time they cut to said reporter...and why do they always feel the need to be on the phone telling people they're on the telly) who looks stunned by the "news" spewing from Jim Whites at the same decibel level as a Boeing taking off, and then has to mumble some words along the lines of "we've not actually seen insert generic name here at insert generic club, usually Sunderland, Spurs or Man City but we've heard rumours that they are on their way to the stadium". Just what kind of transport do these players use too? Allegedly Asamoah Gyan handed a written transfer request to Steve Bruce in Sunderland, but still managed to train with the Ghana squad preparing to play Swaziland in Accra.
Managers don't help, particularly Harry Redknapp who loves nothing more than rolling up to the cameras and spout some generic sh*t about top, top players before signing someone completely different. The other kiss of death is a manager categorically saying a player is not for sale...they're basically just adding another cheeky few mil to the asking price, but essentially the deal has already been done.
Basically, we're all grabbing at straws until the player is officially announced...but that won't stop the circus come next deadline day, and for that I am thankful.
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