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My first press conference
By Oliver Hillier, 15
Going into a press conference for the very first time is an interesting experience. There is an unique breed of tension in the air, which is only split when the interviewee enters the room.
Then, for the following few moments all is silent, apart from a reporter asking questions, and the odd shuffle of a man easing his weight from one foot to the other. The interviewee, a Swindon Town football player, is clearly used to giving interviews; answering each question in a clear, calm and casual way.
I stand there interested, witnessing a press conference for the very first time. Of course, I had seen them on the T.V before, but only there. When one stands there they see the waiting, the build-up and the anticipation, it forms into a totally new experience.
Between the interviews, there is light banter between the reporters. Until the manager walks in. Then, for the briefest of moments all is silent; but it is almost instantly broken when greetings are made. The manager sits down, and the microphones move with well practised agility as close to his mouth as possible; then there is the distinct air of eager anticipation, before one reporter breaks the ice and asks the first question.
The manager listens intently before giving his reply. His use of language is casual, but one can tell that every word is premeditated and carefully selected.
The subject of the conversation wonders for a while, before resting on something which each of the reporters are mutually interested in: a new mystery player.
The manager gives nothing any; he teases the reporters in a playful manner, pretending to give something away before saying something that completely contradicts what he has previously said and as a result, leaving the reporters with no more information to the identity of the player. It remains concealed for now.
Then, after some minor questions, the interview is over. The manager leaves the room composed. The reporters wait a few seconds, and then, one by one file out of the room.
The reporters walk together to their cars, exchanging opinions on the outcome of upcoming matches. There is the odd laugh and a murmur of agreement, before the reporter I am with reaches his car. I follow him into the vehicle and return to the office.