So, here's me sitting here worrying about all
the bad stuff that had happened to poor
ol' me when I get an E-mail off 'The Boss'.
The actual Boss. Could I phone him for some info.
It dawned on me then. This is a two sided
story. If I thought a few hundred E-mails of abuse
and suspension from college was bad, what happens
if it's my job?
So, I rang The Boss. The Teddy Sheringham
had really hit the fan. They were getting
about 700 E-mails a day! The Boss's Boss
(Mr Big I suppose) was breathing down their neck.
The propellerheads were still wondering if I was
a wily old hacker and this was some sort of wind-up.
Uh-oh. Cyberstardom seemed a very lonely place.
What did he say? He was cool about it all.
The man has a sense of humour. (By the way, I know
this is all very male but Football + Internet
= testosterone central).
God knows what he's had to deal with. So all
the people giving him grief, me included. I think
we should lay off a bit. He's a top bloke.
There's gonna be a story. I reckon he could
write a book.