If you use the example of Brendan Rogers, there was a media trained operator who had a soundbite for every occasion.
A skilled journalist from the old school would engage and disarm him as a subject, slowly and skillfully peel back the layers and finally get to the heart of the man.
The modern hacks don't have the social skills or the latent talent to do anything other than a remix job on a "presser" or syphon off theories from the blogosphere.
It's an insult to real sports journalists, like David Walsh, who doggedly stuck to the Lance Armstrong story in spite of massive resistance from the cycling federation, his journalistic peers, the sports financiers and Armstrong himself.
This current crop of sports "journalists" write their pieces with the crayolas that they didn't get around to eating and are only interested in producing erotic hun porn.
Useless, the lot of them