Hello, Iâm new here, though you might know me from the other place. The sun is shining in the sky, there ainât a cloud in sight, Iâm here for good humour and polite social media intercourse. Thanks for the starter pack. Welcome, then, to Bluesky, where the algorithm isnât jammed hard-right, the self-policing not too strong-arm, though there was that strange chap who listed the schools everyone attended.
After the Twitterectomy (to use Nick Caveâs indelicate term for this liberal migration) to a promised land where Elon Musk doesnât quote-tweet articles on the Great Replacement Theory as being âinterestingâ. Now, how would this new Xanadu shape up when placed into the hottest kiln of public debate known to humankind? Forget geopolitics and burning social issues, forget even Donald Trump, the truest test is a Premier League weekend.
The low-mood agony of an international break had heightened anticipation while allowing further time for social media migrants crossing the great divide. Did we revive the spirit of 2011, legacy Twitterâs breakthrough year, those high times of Follow Friday, everyone cracking on famously, apart from the odd pile-on? Thinking back, those got pretty nasty, especially on football Twitter.
So far, so friendly and cuddly, perhaps a little too antiseptic, though that seems a necessary step. Everyoneâs older, and if not wiser they know how things can turn. Reading X replies now is a glance into a seething well of bile and misinformation. On Bluesky right now thereâs the novelty of not having your appearance, hated profession and/are bias come up in the replies. The hidden reply that revealed either vile abuse or the Telegram address for a betting scam you still always clicked on will not be missed.
Social media is best – and funniest – when feeding off events, and the footballing weekend duly delivered. Manchester Cityâs latest defeat brought a smattering of Bluesky âbald fraudâ jibes at under-pressure failure Pep Guardiola after that 4-0 defeat to Tottenham. âI think Manchester got rid of the wrong bald fraudâ was one example; Erik ten Hag endures as a meme.
Back to the old house where hysteria continues to reign and, in truth, much of the better material still resides. A fair few X-ers hit the mark with gags about legal challenges to Cityâs five-game losing run. Meanwhile one Blue aggregator account went fully off at the deep end, demanding Kyle Walkerâs exile to âChina or Saudiâ, and declaring â[Phil] Fodenâs decline should be studied at Oxfordâ. Bluesky is not yet a battleground for Cityâs actual legal issues, where X has become a happy place for those who get their kicks from associated party transactions and shareholder loans. Should that situation develop, as is expected with Cityâs Premier League charges any day now, it can only be expected to blossom within the new surroundings.
Another dependable content driver is refereeing, tinfoil hats readily donned in the belief that every official is against your club. Muskâs plaything features a number of specialists in this area, with one prolific account compiling a multi-tweet dossier on Adrian Holmes, the refereeâs assistant who denied Arsenal a goal in Saturdayâs âŠchecks notes âŠ3-0 victory over Nottingham Forest. Over on Bluesky, Holmes received no such mentions. Beyond a few grumbles over a Bukayo Saka booking, Arsenal fans were happy to celebrate an important win. For now, wild conspiracies remain largely confined to the mothership rather than the escape pod.
Still, on Sunday, when Liverpool conceded a debatable penalty against Southampton, the name of Michael Oliver, the VAR decision-maker, was taken in vain on both platforms. Screamed one Blueskyer, rather inexplicably: âI am 54 and have never seen a penalty like that givenâ. Nobody went quite as far as the X user who declared penalty takers should not be allowed to score rebounds. Anyway, all was soon well among Liverpool fans. âMo Salah is the best player in the world right now,â hooted a Bluesky user, though complaints arose that the Egyptian Kingâs yellow card for celebratory disrobing had cost Fantasy Premier League points.
Which left Manchester United, faded grandeur repurposed in the last decade into a pathos-laden soap opera best depicted by a series of viral memes: the other Andrew Tate, Rio Ferdinandâs âMan Utd are back, manâ, any number of managerial mock-ups. Ruben Amorimâs bow at Ipswich and Unitedâs 81-second opening goal brought much snark along the lines of United being âbackâ, and as performance levels dropped and Ipswich got a deserved draw sarcasm was further employed as a safety blanket: âAmorim outâ. A series of earnest discussions over which players fit a 3-4-3 formation represented the cold wind of reality, before some old-fashioned – fully deserved – vitriol was retained for Ed Sheeranâs leering cameo on Sky Sportsâ broadcast.
So, a softish roll-out. If the bite once enjoyed on the abandoned hellscape is missing, edges blunted, things will sharpen up soon enough. After all, what is social media other than a cracked mirror to humankind? Just go easy on those pile-ons.