David Beckham: Farewell Golden Ball, Hello Golden Bogies
MUCH debate in the build up to David Beckham’s testimonial match in Paris over what haircut he’d go for.
This being his 100th cap, many hoped Beckham would pay homage to one of his predecessors. No golden boots and fanfare for Peter Shilton, just a light perm, some conditioner and a twirl of forefinger and thumb.
But Beckham has yet to do curlies. Indeed his depilation regime suggests a phobia against curly hair. The Shilton was a no show.
Down the list of 100-plus cap winners, and a sensible Bobby Moore side-rule-parting would have delighted the purists.
Better yet, a Bobby Charlton display of extravagance and daring. For all his 754 haircuts, Beckham has yet to take on the Charlton, a hairstyle Bobby made his own and wore atop his own crowd of glowing strawberry blond locks season in, season out.
Sadly, the Beckham display was something of a let down, and he settled on haircut No.321: the newborn chick.
But while the game lacked spectacle on the pitch, off it Brand Beckham was breaking new ground in the form of young Brooklyn.
You can wear your wife’s knickers, put your hair in a bun, wax your golden balls till they shine and wear shoes Dorothy would have considered a little showy but has a Beckham ever gone in to the second knuckle?
They have now. Another of football’s taboos has been broken. Which is next? Unlike, Brooklyn, you couldn’t pick it…
Posted: 27th, March 2008 | In: Back pages, Celebrities, Posh and Becks Comments (15) | Follow the Comments on our RSS feed: RSS 2.0 | TrackBack | Permalink
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March 28th, 2008 at 5:59 pm
Sir Gilbert Green founded the first bogey restaurant opposite the Preston Guild Hall in 1927 in an attempt to attract some of the mill workers to spend their wakes weeks away from Blackpool. Unfortunately Harry Ramsden opened his famous chippy in the following year and the twin attractions of that and Reginald Dixon on his mighty wurlitzer killed off Preston Bogeys as a snack food until wartime rationing brought them back as a cheap nutitious high protien substitute for pork scratchings
March 28th, 2008 at 5:10 pm
Bogeycakes, mmmm
March 28th, 2008 at 4:33 pm
this is very unfair on Preston - since when has it become bogey-eating capital of the universe…???
March 28th, 2008 at 12:27 pm
Ah The Charleton! I liked him as a player but decided that when I started to loose my hair I was never, ever, going to adopt his choice of ‘concealment’.
Well, I did… and I didn’t.
March 28th, 2008 at 11:20 am
Indeed. Although they never gained any status as national foods such as Eccles Cakes
and Chorley Cakes, the PrestonBogey Cakes were a popular wartime snack for children up t’north
March 28th, 2008 at 11:11 am
Preston is known the world over for its bogie eaters
March 28th, 2008 at 11:01 am
Posh employs a woman from Preston to do that for him
March 28th, 2008 at 7:40 am
I think he ate the bogie - why let a good bogie go to waste?
March 27th, 2008 at 10:38 pm
He’s definately sussing out the hair
March 27th, 2008 at 9:31 pm
Did he wipe the bogie on mum’s hair?
March 27th, 2008 at 9:07 pm
Now that picture would look great on the front cover of The Sun, O.K magazine or maybe even Vogue ! Modern photographic technology can help erase the most disgusting and unpleasant aspect of this photograph! Yes! They can airbrush out his mother!
March 27th, 2008 at 8:18 pm
Vicky? You’ve never picked up a copy of The Sun, and with a furtive look over your shoulder, read a few pages?
March 27th, 2008 at 8:16 pm
You pleased me.
March 27th, 2008 at 7:17 pm
We aim to please
March 27th, 2008 at 7:07 pm
I’ve never read a more pathetic load of drivel than this article!