Love seen on TV, took phone number from boarding pass—Beckham's madness for Posh

What did Beckham write

November 1. Tibolis, Georgia. The night before the World Cup qualifying match. I'm sitting in the hotel room. My roommate is lying on the bed next to Gary Neville.

Going abroad for the game, whether for the club or for England, is not my favorite. What else will I see, what else to do? Eat, sleep and train. The hotel changes, but the rooms look all the same.

This hotel is like that. It was the only international quality hotel in Georgia after the Soviet Union collapsed. But it seemed like I was stuck in a prison. All the bedroom doors are facing one another, just metal structures and glasses around. Looking outside the window, a gray river, semi -made highway on the side. Stay away from the desire to walk, the window did not even want to keep an eye out.

So, I'm doing Gary's story. A music channel is running on TV. Suddenly the new video of Spice Girls floats on the screen - "Hey B '. They are dancing in the desert. Victoria is wearing a black catsuit. She seemed to be one of the most attractive women I saw. Spice Girls I've seen before. Who did not see! Whenever someone used to say in a friend's chat, 'Who do you like?' I always said, 'That wool girl. Whose bobcat hair. The legs are beautiful. '

That evening, in the hotel room in that staggering hotel, for the first time I thought - Pash Spice is awesome, I have to find a way to meet him. How about the 'Lawrence of Arabia' sage! Will anyone lend me a camel?

I told Gary, 'That girl is amazing! I love everything about her. I have to meet her.' Gary thought I must be going crazy. Just watching a music video made me feel like this! But all I could think about was Victoria.

At that time, everyone was crazy about Victoria and the Spice Girls. They were at the top of the pop charts, on the covers of every magazine and the front pages of every newspaper. They were touring the world, doing shows. And I was thinking about dating one of them!

Well, what should I do? Write him a letter? What should I write in the letter, I kept thinking. 'Dear Posh Spice, you don't know me. But I think, if we ever met, we would get along great. You can find me at Old Trafford, every Saturday...'

Celebrities are said to fix things with 'their people'. But I don't even have a 'people'! I just knew I had to meet this girl. How? Where? I don't know. Finally, I asked my sister Joan to find a copy of Smash Hits so that I could at least learn a little more about Victoria—at least her last name.

Exactly one month later, I went to a match against Chelsea in London. Someone in the dressing room said, 'Two Spice Girls have come to watch the game!' I thought to myself, 'Is Victoria here?' I somehow managed to contain my excitement. After the match, I went to the players' lounge. My parents had arrived, I met them. I saw them standing in a corner—Victoria and Mel C!

Their manager came forward, 'Hello David, I'm Simon Fuller, the manager of the Spice Girls. Let me introduce you to them.' Sweat was pouring down my forehead! Victoria came forward. I was a little taken aback. I somehow said, 'Hello, I'm David.'

Victoria looked so easy. I scored a great goal in the match. I thought that that wonderful goal must have impressed her. But I found out later that she didn't have her glasses on at the time, so she didn't really see anything! She didn't even know if I played or not! She just said, 'I'm Victoria.'

I remained silent like a fool. Then she went back to Melanie. I went back to my parents. But my eyes kept going to her. I was blinking. I thought, should I say something, at least ask for her phone number. But I didn't do anything. Victoria left. I also left. I got on the bus and was patting my head—'This was my chance, I missed it like this!'

After a week of this grief, I slowly got over myself. I gathered some more information about the girl of my dreams. I saw a picture of the Spice Girls in their football kit in '90 Minutes' magazine, where she was wearing a Victoria United jersey, and the caption said, "I like David Beckham's look." I don't know if it was made up or not.

The next match was a home game, and she came to Old Trafford. This time it was Elahi! United chairman Martin Edwards treated Victoria to a lavish meal before the match. He even went onto the pitch with Melanie to announce the half-time score.

After the game, I went to the players' lounge and saw him. He was sipping a glass of champagne. I went inside and said 'hi' to my parents. Then in front of Victoria. Since we had talked a little bit last time, it was a little easier to say 'hello' to him this time. He looked amazing in his tight combat trousers and khaki top; incredible figure. I was just afraid that he would think I was looking at his neck or chest. Because, just above his chest, near the bone, there was a small mole—which I couldn't take my eyes off. I didn't know exactly how to start the conversation. 'What's it like to be a pop star'—something like that? I felt like I needed to talk—of course I needed to.

I didn't notice when the room was completely empty. Mom and Dad were still there. Oh, no. The Spice Girls. They were probably whispering to each other. And one or two were wandering around, as if waiting to see what was going to happen. Victoria went to the bathroom. When I came back, I thought this was my chance, I had to do something now. As soon as she came back, I quickly said in a slightly shaky voice—'Are you going to dinner today?'

I had said it without any preparation. I didn't know where to go, what to do. I just felt like if I let him go now, he wouldn't be found again. Victoria said, 'I have to go back to London, I'm leaving for America on Monday.' But he asked for my phone number.

• I insisted, 'No Victoria, I'll take your number.' She reached into her bag and pulled out the boarding pass for that day's flight to Manchester. First she wrote down her mobile number and crossed it out, then gave me her home number—her parents' home number. I still have that little boarding pass—it's a priceless gem to me.

Then I insisted, 'No Victoria, I'll take your number.' He reached into his bag and pulled out the boarding pass for that day's flight to Manchester. First he wrote down his mobile number and crossed it out, then gave me his home number—his parents' home number. I still have that little boarding pass—it's a priceless gem to me.

As soon as I got home, I wrote down the number on six separate pieces of paper and put them in different rooms of the house—in case I lost any of them! I called the next morning. The voice I heard on the other end must have been hers, but I said politely—'Is Victoria there?' I did well. Her sister Louise answered the phone, 'No, she's at the gym. Who's calling? I'll ask her to call.'

I had all sorts of dramatic thoughts like teenagers. Did he go to the gym? Or was he trying to avoid me, so he gave me his sister to answer the phone? I wanted to roll over on the bed and cry. I stared at the phone. Half an hour? An hour? It felt like an age. Then the phone rang. 'David? It's Victoria.'

I picked up where I left off at Old Trafford. We were both talking, trying to find some courage. I said again—'What are you doing this evening?'

'Nothing.'

'I'm in Manchester, drive down to your house? Go out?'

Five hours later, I was at a car wash in Chingford. The first thing I did was to get the car sparkling. It was a new blue BMW M3 convertible. I wasn't sure if Victoria would like it or not. But I couldn't take the risk. I scrubbed the car so much that I looked worse than it was!

I put on new clothes—a white T-shirt, a light-colored jacket, Timberland boots, and Versace jeans. I felt like the hero of a movie. I called my co-star. We agreed to meet at a bus stop just outside the Castle Pub in Woodford.

He came in his purple MG car, I got up and sat in the seat next to him. I looked very nervous. What should I do? A kiss on the cheek? Or just shake hands? I asked with a slightly shaky voice, 'Is everything okay?'

‘Where do you want to go?’ Victoria smiled.

'Um...where do you want to go?'

We went out into the street, neither of us knowing where we were going, but both of us sure that we wanted to go together. I said, 'I know a Chinese restaurant.'

There was a small restaurant in Chingford, I went there once with my parents. It wasn't much, but one thing was great—it was very quiet. I went there. Great! Completely empty. I sat down.

"Give me a Coke and a Diet Coke."

The woman who ran the restaurant looked at us. Who knows if she thought the fakir was crazy or not. It seemed she didn't recognize us.

'You can't just get drinks if you don't eat.'

I said, 'We just want to sit quietly for a while.'

He didn't agree. He literally chased us away. I said, "I'll pay for the entire meal," but that wasn't enough. At 11 p.m. we were back on the road. Now it was Victoria's turn—she had an idea. "Shall we go to a friend's house?"

Oh my! The friend is Melanie Chisholm. I'm with one Spice Girl, and I'm going to another's house. I felt like I was going to cross the line of nervousness.

Melanie opened the door in her pajamas. I was disappointed as soon as I entered the house. There was a huge poster of Liverpool on the door! Oh my!

Victoria and Melanie disappeared for a few minutes as they entered. I sat alone on the living room sofa like a fool. They returned. I was still frozen. They were talking, I was listening quietly. I probably didn't say a word the whole time.

Then I returned to Victoria's MG car. On the way, she showed me her parents' house once—maybe so I would know where to look. In the early hours of the morning, we stopped again near the Castle. The Spice Girls were leaving for America the next day. We had to say goodbye.

I got in the car and shook his hand. He said he would call me when he got to New York. It

wasn't a very 'romantic' date—but I felt like it couldn't have been better. All I needed to do was meet him. I knew the rest would take care of itself.

Love at first sight? No. It was more than that.

Information for the reader

They started dating in 1996, and Posh and Beck got engaged two years later. They married in 1999 in Ireland. Gary Neville was Beckham's best man at the wedding. At that time, Beckham and Posh's first child, Brooklyn, was born, aged four months. The couple's second child, Romeo James, was born in 2002. Three years later, their third, Cruz David, was born. After three sons, the Beckham couple welcomed their daughter Harper Seven in 2011. Interestingly, all three sons had their first football lessons at the Arsenal Academy. Of course, none of them became famous footballers like their father. The first two later modeled. Like their mother, both also worked as fashion designers. Beckham, who became a cultural icon in Britain, is now doing business and working as a football ambassador. In 2020, he bought the ownership of the US Major League Soccer team Inter Miami. One of the best footballers in history now plays for that Inter Miami. Surely everyone knows the name.