Ah, Becks. Love him or loathe him, hes enjoyed a stellar career. Part of one of the greatest youth developments ever in the Class of 92, Beckham burst on to the scene in 1996 by scoring a screamer from the halfway line for Manchester Utd against Wimbledon. From the minute the ball left his foot to it hitting the back of the net, his career exploded. He married a Spice Girl, wore fancy clothes and became universally despised by doing what a lot people actually wanted to do by booting Diego Simeone during the 1998 World Cup. Nevertheless, he resurrected his career, carried England to the 2002 World Cup and became a Galactico at Real Madrid. All this before high-tailing it to the LA Galaxy in America where he just about survived hanging out with a bunch of Scientologists. His farewell game came during his time at Paris St Germain where our Golden Balls finally realised that not only would he never play for England again, but it looked a knocking bet his playing days were drawing to a close as well. So during his last game, the inevitable tears arrived, the crowd chanted his name and his team mates threw him up in the air without dropping him on his pretty little head. Bless him.
Chris James Peet says hello. His interests include hoping for the best and sitting in chairs. He much prefers moaning to counting his blessings and suffers fools gladly. He also likes to look out of the window and check what's in the fridge but he hates standing up, dripping taps and reality.
Ah, Becks. Love him or loathe him, hes enjoyed a stellar career. Part of one of the greatest youth developments ever in the Class of 92, Beckham burst on to the scene in 1996 by scoring a screamer from the halfway line for Manchester Utd against Wimbledon. From the minute the ball left his foot to it hitting the back of the net, his career exploded. He married a Spice Girl, wore fancy clothes and became universally despised by doing what a lot people actually wanted to do by booting Diego Simeone during the 1998 World Cup. Nevertheless, he resurrected his career, carried England to the 2002 World Cup and became a Galactico at Real Madrid. All this before high-tailing it to the LA Galaxy in America where he just about survived hanging out with a bunch of Scientologists. His farewell game came during his time at Paris St Germain where our Golden Balls finally realised that not only would he never play for England again, but it looked a knocking bet his playing days were drawing to a close as well. So during his last game, the inevitable tears arrived, the crowd chanted his name and his team mates threw him up in the air without dropping him on his pretty little head. Bless him.