...and thank you.
15th November 2000 to 2nd July 2006. The Beckham Years. Haircuts, kissing, penalties, free-kicks. Seizing matches by the scruff of the neck while everyone else stood around in a daze. Our very own Illustrated Man. Inspiring a million look-a-likes at every England game. Making it acceptable for the male youth of today to have more than a passing acquaintance with vanity, in a good way. *g* Clattering into Welshmen for reasons which probably made total sense to him at the time. Red cards. Finally learning all the words to the National Anthem and bullying all and sundry (except the OTL but then all bets are off with him, bless) into learning them too.
Being one half of an unassailable Ship. My Ship. Which may well be on a clock now, all things considered, but the potency of which never faded. I see the hand of Gary even in David's statement. "Those closest to me..." Yes, Gary, yes. Enough is enough. Dignity is all.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/world_cup_2006/teams/england/5138288.stm And because he cared, he really cared. And he looked fabulous while he was doing it.
And because he was with his Gary on the aforementioned 15th November 2000. Of course he was. Where else would he be? Destiny made it so.