天天读书网（www.book.d78i.com）整理MY WORLD ----BECKHAMbeckhamBOTH FEET ON THE GROUNDDavid Beckhamwith Tom WattTo Victoria, Brooklyn and RomeoThe three people who always make me smileMy Babies ForeverLove DavidContentsAcknowledgmentsForewordIntroduction: For Real 11 Murdering the Flowerbeds 172 The Man in the Brown Sierra 353 Home from Home 454 DB on the Tarmac 735 The One with the Legs 976 Don’t Cry for Me 1197 Thanks for Standing By Me 1438 I Do 1739 The Germans 20110 My Foot in It 22911 Beckham (pen) 26112 Bubble Beckham 29313 About Loyalty 31514 United Born and Bred 335Career Record 367About David BeckhamAbout Tom WattCreditsCoverCopyrightAbout the PublisherAcknowledgmentsTo Mum and Dad: without your love and guidance there wouldn’t bea story here for the telling.Love to the family, especially Lynne and Joanne, Colin, Georgina andFreddie, Nan and Grandad, Tony and Jackie, Louise, Haydn, Libertyand Tululah, Christian and Lucy.To my school friends, my pals from boyhood and my Ridgewayteammates:I’ve not forgotten any of you.To the friends I’ve been lucky enough to find during a career inprofessional football, including Gary, Phil, Ryan, Nicky and Scholesy.And special thanks to Dave, Terry and Steve for your company, adviceand more in recent years.To Andrew and Charles; Caroline and Jo.To everyone at HarperCollins, including Michael, Tom, Jane andDavid, for their patience and support. Particular thanks to my co-writerTom, for jogging my memory and helping me find the words I needed.To the team at SFX: Sam, Simon, Andy, Andy, Matt, Helene, Jamieand everyone else. Thanks for making the impossible possible.To my mentor and friend, a father figure for me: Tony. I know you’llbe surprised reading this but you’re an amazing man who I had to thankspecially for having helped make such amazing things happen for me.Thanks to all the coaches and managers, particularly StuartUnderwood, Malcolm Fidgeon, Eric Harrison, Sir Alex Ferguson andSven-Goran Eriksson, who’ve lit up my time in the game we love: youhave my gratitude, respect and admiration.Thanks, as well, to all the great players I’ve been privileged to playalongside for Manchester United and England. Whatever I’ve done hasonly been possible because of the talent, commitment and inspirationof the other ten.And finally, thanks – gracias – to all my new team-mates at RealMadrid who’ve helped me settle in so quickly as our adventure togethergets underway.David BeckhamAugust 2003ForewordThe rest of the world says America isn’t interested in soccer. I’m notso sure. Every time I visit, I see kids playing in parks and on school andcollege campuses everywhere. Whenever I turn on the television, itseems there’s a game being transmitted from England’s Premiership,Spain’s La Liga, Italy’s Serie A or one of the South American leagues.My old club, Manchester United, played matches in front of capacitycrowds coast to coast on their 2003 Summer Tour.Baseball, Football, Ice Hockey and Basketball are the establishedteam sports in the States, I know. Those sports have their own historyand traditions, their superstars and millions of knowledgeable fans. I getthe feeling, though, that soccer’s time is about to come. Team USAshowed how much raw talent there is here at the 2002 FIFA WorldCup. Their 3–2 win over Portugal was one of the most impressiveperformances of the entire tournament. The national women’s team haslong been one of the best in the world. I found out all about them firsthand when I joined the squad for a training day, organized by adidas,last summer. There’s a buzz around soccer in the States that pointstowards a very exciting future. Not interested? I’d say the rest of theworld had better watch out.I’ve been lucky to have been a pretty regular visitor to America sinceI was a boy. Time enough to get to know a country that I’ve grown tolove. I have snapshots of wonderful moments locked away in mymemory: a teenage soccer tournament in Texas in the late eighties;watching my wife-to-be Victoria onstage at Madison Square Gardenwith the Spice Girls in the nineties; presenting an award at the MTVAwards Night in Los Angeles last summer. We’ve had fantastic familyholidays here, too, with our sons Brooklyn and Romeo.If I could take one aspect of American life back to England with me,it would be this country’s sense of patriotism: the feeling of a wholenation united under one flag. Maybe the pride Americans take in theircountry is one of the reasons why sports stars here seem to enjoy alevel of respect that’s not always the case in Europe. Heroes of minelike Michael Jordan, Tiger Woods, Andre Agassi and Michael Johnsonhave been pushed on to greater achievement, I’d say, because theyknow they’ve got the unqualified support of the whole country behindthem when they go into action.Those sporting greats – and the rappers who are the soundtrack tomy days and nights, too, for that matter – have taken advantage ofbeing born and raised in the land of opportunity. The American Dreamis founded on the same principles as my own: if you work hard enough,there never needs to be a limit on how far life can take you. I was bornloving soccer and, thanks to my parents, team-mates, school teachersand coaches, I’ve been able to experience some amazing things overthe past 28 years.Both Feet On The Ground is the story of how that happened: playingfor a decade at the club I supported as a boy; captaining my countryat soccer’s biggest tournament, the World Cup; and, now, beginning anew journey with the most successful team in the history of the game.Alongside my career, I’ve got a tale of the heart I want to tell as well:a love affair that’s given me the marriage and family that make DavidBeckham feel complete.Opportunity; hard work; the love of my wife and family. I hope it’s astory that every American will be able to recognize. Even if this one’swritten by a very English guy. I hope you’ll enjoy it.David BeckhamAugust 2003Introduction: For Real‘Senor Perez, Senor di Stefano,ladies and gentlemen...’Anybody who’s ever played soccer has been inside these dressingrooms. Scuffed tiles on the floor, the smell of disinfectant drifting upfrom around your ankles. Lines of narrow grey lockers for which youneed your own little padlock, their doors stiff from years of beingslammed shut a few minutes before kick-off, and one or two missingaltogether. Benches in rows so close you’d struggle to slump downopposite a team-mate after a game. One locker door is hanging openat the far end: mine. In the gloom of the dressing room, the brilliantwhite of the Real Madrid shirt hooked over it is luminous, like aspotlight’s