Here’s a link to a piece I wrote for the Daily Mail on living two doors down from the Beckhams for a year. It was interesting reading the comments afterwards because of the weird anger some of them displayed. A few thought the story was flat-out untrue, others that I was attempting to claim that I was much closer to the Beckhams than I actually was. Actually, I didn’t make any claim to be close to them at all; when I saw them I would say hello and occasionally chat about this or that, but we didn’t become bosom buddies or anything like it. They were just friendly and neighbourly.
But for those who are still convinced I’m lying, I did take this picture from our kitchen window, the first time I saw David Beckham playing footie with the kids: