Beckham (37 page)

They matter that much to me, Victoria, Brooklyn and Romeo, that I'll travel backwards and forwards from wherever just to spend an hour or two at home. Over the years, it was never a problem for me to drive from Manchester to London to stay overnight and leave early the next morning, as long as we weren't too close to a United game. I know some people would sweat over the mileage but I've never found being behind the wheel tiring. It's always been like that with Victoria: our first date, after all, was a 400-mile round trip for me but I'm pretty glad I didn't decide to stay in that night and watch television instead. I suppose when we were boyfriend and girlfriend, especially when Victoria was out of the country for long stretches, it did get a little extreme even for me. I remember one day, during the summer vacation towards the end of the Spice Girls' world tour, when I flew to Texas and back just to spend an hour in a VIP lounge with Victoria at Dallas airport. More than once, I flew out to where she was so that we could get back on the plane and fly home together. Now? With the children to think about, I might not do those things any more. But that doesn't mean that I wouldn't still want to.

I suppose if I'm not used to airplanes by now I never will be. The passport's picked up some interesting stamps: a photoshoot in Japan, a TV commercial in Spain, a sponsors' event in Vietnam, an awards ceremony in Los Angeles. It could be anything. It could be anywhere. I'm glad someone else has to make the arrangements. I don't know about the cliché about a change being as good as a rest, but I do get a kick out of concentrating on something which is completely different than my usual routine. Sometimes it even means Victoria and I getting the chance to work together. That's great from the point of view of having time with each other. Our approaches to things like a filming day or a personal appearance are completely different, though. I'm pretty relaxed about it all:

‘You get on with it and give me a shout when you need me.'

I like watching other people doing what they're good at, so a set or a studio can be a pretty interesting place to be.

Victoria, of course, has done far more of it over the years. That's probably why she's a lot sharper about it, wants to keep things moving, wants to make sure they're just right. She'll sometimes get a bit impatient with it all and those times, as it happens, she's usually right: she probably could do it better herself. I think we both do a decent job, even if we get round to it in different ways. It's just sometimes we'll have a go at each other a little along the way. Mind you, that's part of the deal: life with Victoria. Her making me think: have you seen this? Have you heard this? Have you done that? Her making me laugh, day in and day out. Being with her has made me look at everything, myself included, in a completely different way. I love how she is: awake from the moment she gets going in the morning. I've never known anyone be so alive: being married to Victoria is like being plugged into this no-batteries-needed energy source. And I'm buzzing thanks to her. Sometimes there's the odd short circuit but I've learned to give as good as I get. Victoria's the best company I've ever known.

I love us traveling together. We had a fantastic time in the summer
of 2003 on the promotional tour we did through the Far East. I'd been to Japan before, of course, with England for the World Cup. The two of us heading out there to do work with a sponsor called TBC was a completely different experience. There's a whole thing about blonde Western women in Japan but Victoria's something else for them: she's a role model and a star but she's accessible too. Japanese women adore Victoria—the looks, the glamor, the attitude, the whole package. The same women seem to like me too. I think that's a bit strange: you can't really imagine a movie actor or famous musician from Japan making an impact in England in terms of their looks. I remember us talking to an American woman in Tokyo, who lives there and works for Def Jam records. She said that the way I look is only a small part of what's going on. In Japan, according to her at least, everyone's looking for the perfect husband, the perfect father for children. Maybe we'd think of it as old-fashioned, but I think it's a good thing, how important family life is in that society. When they look at me, they see a good-looking bloke who'd make a good partner; he likes being at home, he loves his wife and he's good with the kids. That's why, when it comes to commercials and sponsorships, in the Far East, they like Victoria and I being together. There's an interest in my soccer and in Victoria's pop career, but those things on their own don't explain why we get the reaction we do in Japan. It's only being there and talking to people you get an idea of how we're seen out there; and we've realized it's very different to the way people see us back home. People in England know I'm a husband and a father but I think what I do for a living is more what drives it all.

I enjoy the Far East, even though it can get a bit overwhelming at times. As far as vacations go, if I have the choice and a couple of days available, it's a quick jaunt to the South of France. We'll often stay at Elton and David's house. And soon, once it's in shape, they'll be able to stay at ours: we bought a villa down there in 2002. With the family, though, I'll always be ready for a trip to the States. America is such a
big country—and so hooked into other sports like basketball and American football—that I don't have the same kind of profile there as in other parts of the world. The press like to make out that I've got this dream about ‘breaking' the US market. The real reason I like going to America is actually that I do sometimes daydream about what it would be like to live there. And that's not just because the Big Macs are so much better than they are in England. With not being so widely recognized in America, when I go out, I'm not in the position where I'm thinking about people looking at me. I can spend some time looking at them instead. And what I see is a passion for their own country that I really admire. The Stars and Stripes are everywhere. The way we get excited about England when it comes to big soccer tournaments is how Americans seem to feel about their country all year round. I get the impression that everybody there, whatever background they come from, feels like America is their country and they're proud of it. I think that makes a big difference to the way of life: people in the States seem to have a very positive attitude about themselves because of it.

We had a great time in America in the summer of 2003, even though we ended up staying in the middle of the desert just to get a bit of private family time to ourselves. Because of all the talk about a move to Real Madrid, I understood why there were so many journalists and photographers following us around in New York and Los Angeles. There were a couple of public appearances in the diary too: the MTV awards and a day training with the American women's national soccer team. I appreciate that you can't turn the attention on and off like a tap. That's why, when it comes to myself, I wouldn't ever complain about the media putting me in the spotlight. There have been times in my life when it's helped me, no question, especially when I was starting out as a young pro at United. And, in recent years, definitely once France 98 was behind me, I think I've had a pretty good deal from the press: they've been positive and generous towards me more often than not. The soccer writers really helped me settle into the job of England captain.

Mostly, though, it's men who run the papers and perhaps that explains some of the snide stuff that gets written and said about Victoria. It gets under our skin. But then my wife's a grown up and can look after herself. The one area where I really do think the media should have a long look at what they do is getting in the faces of children who happen to have famous mums and dads. Brooklyn and Romeo haven't asked for Posh and Becks as parents. It makes me angry—more than that, it makes me sad—that I can't take the boys to a park or to the beach without the cameras coming out. It spoils it for me but that's not the point. I remember Southend with Mum and Dad, evenings after school in Chase Lane Park. Even though my sons aren't aware of it—not yet, anyway—they're being cheated out of some of the best bits of their childhoods because the press can't leave them alone.

I appreciate the role the media's had to play in bringing me the rewards I enjoy. Right now, I'm really pleased that most people seem to like me and respect what I do, as a soccer player, a husband and a father. In the back of my mind though, because of what happened after the World Cup in 1998, I'm aware that everything could change. It might be something of my own doing; it might be nothing to do with me, just people's moods changing. When you're talking about fame and what comes your way with that, you know you can't be in control all the time. If the tide turns, I can't expect to be able to stop that. All I can do is be ready for it—if it ever happens—and be comfortable enough with myself to deal with it in my life. That's another reason why it's so important to me that I look after what I feel surest about: my family. I want my wife and my children to be there for me. I want Victoria and Brooklyn and Romeo to know that I'm going to be there for them. If I have the love of my family wrapped up inside me, I'm absolutely sure that I'll be able to face whatever comes.

I grew up in the love of a family. Without Mum and Dad, none of my story would be here for the telling. Like any son, I wouldn't have grown up into the person I am if they hadn't passed on their values to me.

Marriage and parenthood, I think, are the two most important things any of us ever take on in our lives. They bring the greatest pleasure and the greatest responsibility. I learned so much about both from my parents and from going through childhood in the home they made for me, Lynne and Joanne. That explains why my parents' splitting up has been probably the most difficult episode I've ever had to face up to in my whole life. To be honest, I'm still trying to face up to it now.

It's not for me to tell the story of how Mum and Dad's marriage ended in divorce. I can't tell my story, though, without talking about how my parents' splitting up has made me feel and still makes me feel. I've been through some difficult stuff in the course of my career and I think I've always been able to handle it. My life is my responsibility now and I've always reacted to challenges by taking them on. There's always a sense of needing to be in control and of trying to take charge of situations in a positive way. My parents' divorce, though, I haven't been able to deal with in that way at all. I was involved but what was happening was something completely outside my control. And that scared me, the first and only time I'd felt that way about what was going on around me. Over the couple of years when things were falling apart, I couldn't bring myself to talk about it. And talking to Mum and Dad was the thing I found hardest of all.

It may be that anyone who's been through the experience of parents' separating will recognize my emotions as the same ones they've had to struggle with. In a family like ours, your mum and dad and them being together is like the sun coming up in the morning. It's something for always. You can't ever imagine them apart, not even when you leave home and start life on your own. Probably the hardest thing to deal with has been thinking—or being made to think—that the split was somehow my fault. I remember the time and the energy they both put into me as a son and as a promising soccer player. Should they have given some of the attention they gave to me to each other instead?

Then, I'd never have thought about it. Did they? Now, when I think back, it's already too late to do anything about it.

However old you are when it happens, children in a divorce always find themselves feeling guilty. Or find themselves being made to feel guilty. I believe that what happens between husband and wife, deep down, is between husband and wife and nobody else; not even their sons and daughters can change the outcome. My dad's actually said to me that having my own family and not spending as much time with my parents was part of the problem for them. I did find myself wondering: would me going out with Dad, us talking, have changed anything? Should I have been there, trying to be the glue keeping them together? I couldn't help but question myself. It would have been pretty impossible to be with them more often: I was in Manchester most of the week and the odd day or two off I needed to be with Victoria and the boys. Even if there had been more time, would me being around have made the difference? Looking back, I don't think so.

Even after it's happened, now Mum and Dad are divorced, it's still hard for me. Hard for Lynne and Joanne, too. It's not necessarily said in as many words but there's always, in these situations, a question: whose side are you on? For me and my sisters, that isn't even something we think about: they're our mum and dad and ‘sides' doesn't come into it. But I can see that, for parents, there'd be insecurity. They're having a painful time, feeling guilty themselves and they don't want to lose a family at the same time as they lose a husband or wife. I see Mum a lot because she helps us with looking after the boys. I can see that Dad might feel that there's more to it than that. The only way we'll ever get round ‘whose side are you on', I think, is if Mum and Dad can find a way to talk to one another again, find a new kind of relationship where there's a bit of trust between them. I really hope that will happen.

I really don't believe I could have stopped them splitting up but I did want to do what I could to make it easier for each of them after it
happened. I helped buy our family home—the house I grew up in—so Dad could make his new start there. I needed to be sure my mum felt settled and I know my Nan and Grandad were worried about her too. I bought Mum a new place out in Loughton, nearer to the house in Sawbridgeworth, where she could live with Joanne. I'd always imagined that, somewhere down the line, I'd have bought them a big house somewhere to live in together. My parents were married nearly thirty years; I still can't come to terms with the idea that they're set up now for living apart. For us—me, Lynne and Joanne—and for them, I hope that, somewhere down the line they'll become friendly enough, at least, for us all to sit down together to remember some of the great times we had.