I know it seems rather comical on a certain level for someone in my situation to be feeling sorry for a multi-millionaire footballer like David Beckham, but in the wake of the Achilles tendon injury that will certainly keep him out of the Ing-er-land World Cup Squad this summer, I have to say that my heart goes out to the bloke. I think he’d really set his heart on appearing in South Africa as a swansong to his career, but now that’s out the window, I wonder how he’ll motivate himself to carry on – at 34 most footy players are contemplating the end of their careers even without the impetus of a nasty injury like this.
I still remember seeing Becks make one of his earliest appearances for the United first team in a ‘dead rubber’ Champions League game vs Galatasaray. Beckham scored that night but generally had such an outstanding game that I predicted to my Dad that he would play for England some day…prophetic words, but I never dreamt that he would win more England caps than anyone except Peter Shilton. And who’s to say that he won’t bounce back from this, although the chances do seem remote.
He has of course remained a huge United fan and we love him dearly still because he’s kept the faith even when he’s been thousands of miles away in the midst of his showbiz lifestyle. For all the dodgy hairstyles and designer shades he’s remained a great footballer throughout, though his success has perhaps come through sheer endeavour rather than innate skill. Having said that, even in the midst of a lacklustre AC Milan performance at Old Trafford the other week, he came on to demonstrate that he still has few peers when it comes to delivering dangerous crosses into the middle from the flanks. I’d like to think that once he decides to end his playing career that United find some ambassadorial role that he can perform – not because he’ll need the money but because he loves the club so dearly.
Get well soon, Becks….