This week I was lucky enough to be invited for a dose of Wembley corporate hospitality by Royal Bank of Scotland Insurance.
Having never been in one of the boex at Wembley, I was impressed with the surroundings and, of course, made sure I had as much free beer and pies as possible.
Before the game started, someone mentioned that the Beckham’s had a box at Wembley, which happened to be just a couple of boxes down from our own.
Once they game had kicked off Victoria came out of with the boys and took their sets, which, in part was more exciting than the game itself.
I never thought that seeing famous people would massively excite me – after all they are just like me and you – but happen to be exposed to the glare of the media.
And for the time being I was relatively calm.
Even when Brooklyn started play-fighting with one of numerous security guards and was disciplined by his Victoria in public I was not overwhelmed by their star status.
However, that was all about to change.
After half-time, out of nowhere, Tommy Walsh came to share I box and I couldn't contain myslef.
Before, he had even taken his seat I had enthusiastically thrust my hand towards him and introduced myself.
As he sat talking about his journey – I was listening.
As he was regailing the PRs with tales of charity football with David Beckham – I was listening.
When he was telling his young son about his friendship with the guys in Spandau Ballet – I was listnening.
I was so absorbed I didn’t actually see much of the second half and I managed to take a couple of stealth picture of him.
Even though Heat Magazine wasn't interested in them I didn’t care… I bloody love Ground Force!
Even when Brooklyn started play-fighting with one of numerous security guards and was disciplined by his Victoria in public I was not overwhelmed by their star status.
However, that was all about to change.
After half-time, out of nowhere, Tommy Walsh came to share I box and I couldn't contain myslef.
Before, he had even taken his seat I had enthusiastically thrust my hand towards him and introduced myself.
As he sat talking about his journey – I was listening.
As he was regailing the PRs with tales of charity football with David Beckham – I was listening.
When he was telling his young son about his friendship with the guys in Spandau Ballet – I was listnening.
I was so absorbed I didn’t actually see much of the second half and I managed to take a couple of stealth picture of him.
Even though Heat Magazine wasn't interested in them I didn’t care… I bloody love Ground Force!
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