When you ride for more than a couple of decades you realize that there's no idea so ridiculous, no "innovation" so pointless or "improvement" so useless that someone won't revive it, oh, about every decade or so.
Also, you hear the same alarms about the terrible things cycling will do to you. The only difference between now and the 1970s, when I first became a dedicated rider, is that those rumors and urban legends, and all of that junk science, can now be found on the Internet, whereas back in the day, we got it through word-of-mouth or from questionable publications.
One of those stories is about all of the male cyclists who've become infertile, or simply have lower sperm counts, supposedly because of cycling. Germaine Greer once repeated that bit of nonsense in one of her screeds. Now, I've known more than a few male cyclists, including current and former riding partners, who have had multiple children. So have many members of the pro peloton.
What about cycling could render a man incapable of replicating himself? Usually, the saddles are blamed; a few have even cited the motion of cycling. I think a more likely cause in low population growth in some countries might be those massive shift levers mounted on the top tubes of "muscle" bikes like the 1960s-1970s Schwinn Krate or on the stems of many Bike Boom-era ten-speeds. Even those, however, might have played an extremely minor role in less-than-replacement birth rates.
Could this be the cause?
Now, I know that fall must have been painful for the young man. But I have to wonder which pain was worse: that of the impact or of having his accident broadcast all over his nation.