Well there we desperate for a story like a crack whore scrabbling for pennies when up pops the boy David to rescue us from our pre-postural tension.Beckham is the footballer (or ‘th’uh soccer bomb’ as our US brethren would have it) who just keeps on giving, providing more interest, sensation and sheer column inches than an Osama Bin Laden-Madonna love child.
So now Becks has packed his designer luggage and is off the old folks home at AC Milan where he’s signed a loan deal from January to April while the MLS shuts down for its winter slumber.
It’ll be a rare old time for the former England skipper, sitting around in a bath chair with the likes of Ronaldhino and the ever-green Paulo Maldini and swapping tales of the heady old days when they played for sheer enjoyment, weekly wage weren't a major contributor to the credit crunch and ordinary fans could still afford to go to a game.
Still Becks and Milan seem a perfect fit, both are more about style than substance nowadays, they’ll be plenty of shopping for Posh and it’ll certainly keep the old warhorse fit if Senor Fabio’s England continue to call for the last five minutes.
So hoorah for Becks, not only will it be good to catch the occasional glimpse of the world’s greatest deliverer of a ball, writing about his continuing adventures certainly makes work for our idle hands, which when you look at it in the cold harsh light of day, can only be a good thing.
