Farewell Posh, all hail ...?
It really is the end of an era. A final full stop on one of the great international careers. It’s the vanishing of the last opportunity for glory on the world stage.
Suddenly, and without warning, a star which has burned so brightly for so many years has been snuffed out just as it was to reach its appropriate crescendo of fame.
A ruptured Achilles’ tendon, clutched agonisingly on the touchline in a Serie A match for the mighty AC Milan has put paid to one of the great ambitions of our time. A fourth World Cup, with the publicity, the acclaim, the adoration that goes with it.
Yes. Victoria Beckham will be denied her final royal tour as ‘Queen of the WAGs’.
It was always going to be the Last Hurrah anyway; David was never going to make it in 2016, even as the kitman; and Victoria has long outgrown the chav fest of the other footie babes. But that’s not to say she wouldn’t have done her bit — it’s hard not to go where the cameras are.
But now Posh won’t have that last opportunity to distance herself from the pneumatic-chested and thunder-thighed partners of less-talented players. How cruel is sport! How fleeting the glory! How at the mercy of every stray stud and stretched muscle is even the most glorious career!
It won’t happen now. And with Cheryl out of the picture (it seems), the field appears completely open for our very own Christine to ascend the throne — and if she sits her behind on it with at least as much aplomb and class as Queen Victoria, she’ll be doing very well indeed.