Well, that was fun. A new 'supporter' under a pseudonym popped up recently on ye olde Twatter. This person appeared not long after the club appointed a new press officer. And his feed hit 'like' on every official story, and retweeted anything positive about the club like old match reports from years gone by.
A good way, a genius thinks, to get in with the fanbase. Be one! Like what they like!
I mean, it's hardly social media (advanced level) stuff is it. But kinda harmless enough.
As are posts that say things like, "Time to pull together and support the lads", which is pretty brainless given everything that's gone on, but again at best naive and asking for a slapback.
Anyway one of the comrades put a jokey post up, offering odds on who this daft sausage really was. I reckoned it was the new bloke. So he had a pop back, getting nastier and nastier and actually homophobic quite quickly.
So within about three minutes of me even noticing him - it has to be a bloke, from the style of blunt-nosed idiocy - I blocked him. Daft twat.
I mean. It might well be someone else. I think there's one other strong candidate and that is someone who for some strange reason has got into bed with the regime of their own accord, despite their protestations that they're neutral.
But it is a coincidence, and a funny few minutes in an ever-more-sordid and desperate situation.
Jings, what have we become?
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