Twitter: It’s all about being Red!

Posted: June 19, 2011 in Sport
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I was slow to realise the benefits of the social media revolution. To be more accurate, my constant need to swim against the tide meant I was predisposed to despise the idea of anything that would make me a social lemming; just another mindless fool swept up in the hype of the Facebook phenomenon taking over the world.

If you have been kind enough (bored enough) to read through my other blog posts, you will know just how much of a challenge I can sometimes (always) find socialising to be. So I am going to assume that you can understand why the idea of opening up via the medium of Facebook might make me break out in hives.

I have a Facebook account though, created out of duress and with the sole intent of ticking the box and pretty much getting people to stop hounding me to join and leave me the hell alone.

Someone kindly pointed out to me the irony of my stance and the fact that I might well be the most anti-social person on the worlds largest (at that time) social media site.

And then came Twitter!

When I needed a portal to tap into, a source of information to keep me up-to-date on the minute by minute events of the ousting of Hicks & Gillett, I found myself signing up to Twitter, only to find that Liverpool FC fans from around the globe were also flocking to Twitter in their droves.

From the steps of the High Court London to the pews of a Dallas Court House, Liverpool FC fans Tweeted every twist and turn of what those parasitic owners from hell would later label a massive swindle.

And from that spark of interaction followed an overwhelming need in me, no – desire, to stay in touch and maintain that vital link with what I truly believe is one of the greatest fan-bases on earth.

From the highs of ousting Hicks & Gillett to the lows of the Hodgson era, we Tweeted through the day, night and into the earliest of hours. As the media goaded and rebuked us for deigning to disagree with their most esteemed opinions on who should lead our club, we rallied and stood fast – determined that the destiny of the club we all love would not be shaped by those without any clue of what it means to hold Liverpool FC dear to their heart.

The same media that condescended would trawl the time-lines and take the pulse of the global Kop, sourcing a byline for back-page stories to tell the footballing world and beyond of the discontent in our ranks, the turmoil engulfing our club.

And then came the return of the king. FSG, who also have a substantial presence on Twitter through the various accounts of NESN, John W Henry and the ever increasingly passionate Red – Linda Pizzuti, gave us all the Christmas present we wanted – by appointing Kenny Dalglish as Care-Taker Manager; a move that, in one fell swoop, re-united the Kop, pulled the LFC fan-base together in a fashion that no other appointment could ever have accomplished and gave us back our hope.

And through it all, we Tweeted and engaged. Interacted and grew stronger. Liverpool fans all around the globe rejoiced at once and sent Twitter into free-fall. We broke it once again on transfer deadline day, for those of you who hadn’t noticed.

Interaction with other Reds on Twitter continues to provide me with an ever-increasing pool of knowledge to tap in to, a constant source of banter and debate and the chance to share my hopes and dreams for the seasons ahead with other like-minded individuals.

And so I think about Twitter, and it’s purpose in the modern-day world, and I can’t help but come to the conclusion that Twitter isn’t just about 140 characters, about putting your thoughts out there for others and having them read.

No – for me, this social phenomenon is all about your 140 characters, about getting your thoughts out there for others and them being Red!

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Comments
  1. […] I’ve joined Twitter. I just couldn’t resist. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about lol. I was in no small part inspired by my fellow blogophite Mark A Warmington. Check out his post at https://mawwrites.wordpress.com/2011/06/19/twitter-its-all-about-being-red/. […]

  2. Ironically, I started my FB account yonks ago to keep in touch with my kids (though they are not kids now) who live around the country. It works for that. I have also re-found some old friends through it – which was fun. But I’ve shyed away from Twitter and will probably stay that way. A blog, FB, email is enough for me. But I’m with you on swimming against the tide……..it’s far more fun to appear worldly wise remain aloof from the herd !! 🙂

    • Yep, I don’t think I could manage FB and Twitter. Someone absolutely nailed it when they said Facebook was for people you knew but maybe wouldn’t normally talk to (or want to), whilst Twitter was for people you don’t know, but you’d really want to talk to.

  3. Oh my, this one highlights the fact that we live in different countries! 🙂 I’m thinking you may be writing about rugby or soccer here, but it doesn’t really matter because I understand what you’ve said about how you and others were able to use Twitter to converse about the issues. It is a wonderful tool for these sorts of things, especially now that companies and organizations have to monitor social media to keep their heads above water.

    As a writer I’ve been told over and over that I HAVE to have a Facebook page for my blog, and that I HAVE to have a presence on Twitter. FB and Twitter are upsetting for me because they highlight how few ‘friends’ I have, but I’m reluctantly giving them a go. I’ve been contemplating a blog post about my very young adventures(?!) on Twitter. It was good to read about yours!

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