“There is no real ending.
It’s just the place where you stop the story.”
(Frank Herbert)
The first time when the real meaning of ‘male appeal’ evolved in our generation was the moment when we saw him on-and-off the field, we heard him in TV shows, and we became his ardent fan. You simply could never scorn this fellow, no matter whichever club/team he plays for, whatever product he endorses, or whether he can still bend that ball or score from the halfway line.
’Cause he is the one, the only, the ‘David Beckham’.
“Veni, vidi, vici”: There can’t be a better tagline for him, ever.
A poem as a tribute to the talismanic football wizard as he bids farewell to the game: