Alan Green: They’re at his Beck and call
Sometimes I feel as if I’m completely out of touch. The aging ‘has-been’ — some of us would argue ‘never quite was’ — David Beckham rises from his seat, trots along the touch-line and much of the crowd goes berserk.
Beckham’s 10 minute cameo for England the other night was utterly pointless save for the gift of his 114th cap. And I do mean ‘gift’.
Worse, Fabio Capello afterwards virtually confirmed that he’d be taking the walking FA advertisement to the World Cup finals next summer enabling him to supplant Peter Shilton as his country’s record caps holder. I’ll bet I know what Shilton thinks about that or, if he’d ever admit it, Sir Bobby Charlton. Caps weren’t given out like Dolly Mixtures in their day.
Capello says: “He is good in the group, he is good at every moment in training. Some players are important for the position and morale of the group.” Couldn’t Lenny Henry do the same job?
And, no, I’m not going to get over it! The whole scenario insults your intelligence.