Early this morning we unleashed the greatest piece of technology seen since the unveiling of teletext in the 1970's. In a matter of weeks this particular machine will become as iconic at pages 301, 221 and 316. The transfer bullshitometer sits proudly in the basement of Balls HQ soaked in oil and Xavier's home brew, but it works nonetheless.
Each morning we will feed this gargantuan piece of kit all the latest, greatest and frankly ridiculous transfer rumours of the day and it will pass judgement, deciphering the glittering diamonds in the non compostable crap. Join in by adding your electronic mail address below and pressing the big grey subscribe button, then find yourself king of office/site/sitting room come 9am each morning, with the knowledge that your knowing, is supported by a big machine.
