“Ah beh” is Italian for “oh well.” That’s the way I think about David Beckham.
Beckham, who is now going to finish the season with AC Milan before returning to MLS over the summer, has been doing little more than slumming for the Los Angeles Galaxy. He was coming off an ankle injury two summers ago and needed a place to play that would elevate his profile without taxing him physically. So he sort of hit the jackpot. But that was then. Now he’s healthy and ready for an international return. Give it to him. And then grant a release from his contract at the end of the season.
It’s clear — he’s fallen in love with Italy and desperately wants to hang in Milan, where his pale wife actually fits in among the Euro chic. He wants to play with Kaka and Ronaldihno and Pirlo and Shevchenko and Seedorf, Gattuso, Emerson and Inzaghi. And do it all for as long as he possibly can. There’s no way a swinger like Becks would pass up an opportunity like that.
Go have your fantasies fulfilled whilst you can, Golden Balls.
You’re not much more than your silly nicknames, anymore.