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Football blogging is the first step into football journalism, right? Well, I sincerely hope so…
Yesterday I turned 22, which is a genuine problem for me. In fact, it’s a real dilemma. Interestingly, In French,”22″ is used as a phrase to warn of the coming of the police, which is weird because I feel like I’ve been arrested by some sort of life police, I mean fuck, I might have kids to look after in five years!
Up until now, I have had my fun, I’ve done my partying, well, I went to university and caroused a bit. I wasn’t starting seven gram rocks and finishing them or anything, instead I drank a couple of times a week, moaned and attempted to talk to girls…because that’s how I roll.
So what does this have to do with football you might ask, well, it is my career – “Ha, this guy is a comedian”- Okay, let me rephrase that, it is a vague and outrageously self-assured professional path that I have chosen. Ironically, I lack confidence to such a point that basic social skills are compromised; failure is, most certainly, an option for me – although I’m struggling to take the rejection letters as it is.
As for ‘specifically’ football journalism, it is the only thing I can talk about with any poise. If someone talks to me about football I will hold my own, no question will pass me by as I attempt to overthrow their pitiful minds – that is unless your Jonathan Wilson or Henry Winter or something.
It’s strange to think that I did a degree in Film Studies. I could give you a lecture on American Independent Cinema, I could tell you in length about the technological advancements of Independent Cinema, and I could give you fifty good reasons why that has damaged and saturated the independent market. But no one cares, sometimes I don’t care – I often struggle to watch film with a strong degree of artistic integrity, without thinking, “I wonder if Premiership years is on?”
Honestly, in hindsight, I wish I’d have picked a more vocational degree, something like engineering with a career path already installed:
Student: I did engineering at University.
Friend: Well done mate, what are you going to do now?
Student: Come on mate, stupid question, I’m going to be a football journalist.
Oh, this conversation would never exist by the way.
I chose Film Studies because I got a B in it at A-Level. After that I picked a university over an hour from home and then…I, well, went. Why did I want to do? “Dunno, make movies”, I probably put that on the application form. But with this degree all I can do is add 2:1 to my CV and then in turn take that to a film studio, hoping that they give me a job as an unpaid tea boy. Great, I better take out another loan to get the train there every day.
So, with that idea squashed I have turned to blogging. It is, at least, something I can do in my own time, at my own pace and with the vague idea in my head that I might, one day, get noticed. Who’s not to say some hack, devoid of any sense, might hire me; willing to ignore my lack of talent and/or poor English skills. But sincerely, I do thoroughly enjoy writing about football more than anything I have done and I still get butterflies, or medically, some pulses in my stomach, when an article of mine gets linked or praised – but at 22, I need to get serious and I need to ask myself, will this ever materialise?
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