D finished reading David Beckham’s autobiography My Side yesterday and wondered if I’d like to read it too. He’s also read Paul McGrath’s Back from the Brink and next on his list is Peter Schmeichel’s The Autobiography.
He thinks I’d prefer McGrath’s book. From the covers I think I’d rather read Scheimeichel’s – he looks much happier.
My knowledge of football is a bit limited but having lived with Manchester United supporters all my life through my dad, husband and son I must have absorbed something. And, of course, there were the glorious footballing years when my son played football from age 11 to his going to university and D and I were there on the touchline every weekend during the season, cheering him on. My feet were frozen, the middle of my back was aching from the cold striking up from the ground – they played whatever the weather, but I wouldn’t have missed any of it. I only remember one match that was called off because the ground was too frozen. I did enjoy it, even when parents occasionally had to be warned by the referee that they would be sent off if they didn’t stop arguing – great fun. The best thing about it of course was seeing my son play. somehow I can’t quite summon up as much enthusiasm for football on TV.
I ‘m going to give these books a go at least, if only to see what they’re like.