I watched episode 2 of the Netflix series on Thursday. Gosh, the level abuse was on similar level as if someone left the gates of hell wide open instead of finding a way to shut them. Glenn Hoddle is a cnut for being
that someone, leaving a 23-year-old kid hanging to dry. Go feck yourself for whatever is left of you, Hoddle.
Speaking how serious it was, the media (TV and papers alike) were all complicit in creating the mess and the extra build-up to the 1998-99 season. The reporters even hounded his parents' place (WTF?). The guy who bought that dummy to hang it outside his own pub with a Beckham shirt on... that cnut really had the nerve to show his face on TV.
Speaking of that away game at West Ham alone... that was particularly hard to watch. In the documentary, Rio, then a West Ham player in 1998, had every single reason to be utterly disgusted. I'm only surprised that they did not call the riot police in to protect the Manchester United bus or to even protect the corner flags on the home half of the pitch (think of Luis Figo's return to Barcelona as a Real Madrid player).
As for Becks himself, he was a total mess. What he went through that 1998 summer and for several chunks of the 1998-99 season were a perfect definition of a clinical depression. Thank God that he had Fergie, Victoria, his own parents, his friends (especially Gary Neville), and his teammates to support him at crucial moments. I didn't know about this until the documentary came out, but something really sparked in him after Brooklyn was born and that was just after he gave what was
then his best performance of the season against Inter Milan (and Diego Simeone). Let's say that the kidnapping threats and the idiots singing that stupid song about Victoria really poured fuel on that fire too. Anyway, Becks really had the comeback story for the ages, which was finally complete in the eyes of England when he scored that free kick against Greece in 2001.