Goodbye Becks

I woke up at 4 am for the toilet and being Sunday morning just couldn't force myself back to sleep. So I went to have quick peek at the TV and the headline was Beckham crying himself off the pitch when his number was held up to be substituted in his last ever professional match. Becks had retired.

A sad but inevitable day in football but keep in mind that he's 38. Only Giggsy got the stamina to carry on through all the years.

This brought back the memory of actually being awestruck by the man around 11 years back at Manchester's Trafford Centre. It was at The Selfridges and Anita noticed this stunningly good looking bloke being surrounded by the staffs. It was Becks, and he obliged to sign an autograph for us. Yes, I actually had to ask since Anita was paralysed.

It was around 11 in the morning, and I was sure he was just back from a training session. He was still in his trainers then, and still he looked amazing. I had a mancrush on him ever since .....