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Alex Ferguson calls Beckham into his office one Saturday after a dismal performance and asks him what's wrong.
"Er...nothing" says Beckham.
Ferguson writes it off as a bad day and nothing more.
Same thing next week, "Er...it's ok..er..just an off...er...day" says Beckham again.
Ferguson is upset, his star striker is performing badly but leaves it another week.
They lose again, with Beckham standing around and running into the goalposts.
Ferguson brings him into the office and sits him down.
"Look David, what's wrong man? You've been rubbish, what's on your mind?"
Beckham stares at the wall "Er...nothing...just...er...you know"
Ferguson is seething, "No I don't know. Is it Victoria?"
"er...."
"Brooklyn?"
"er...."
"Look David, something is wrong, just tell me and we can fix it"
Beckham looks at Ferguson "It's my jigsaw"
Ferguson is amazed "What?"
"Victoria bought me a jigsaw a month ago and I just can't do it."
Ferguson scratches his head "A jigsaw? You've been performing really badly because of a jigsaw?"
"Er....yeah...it's got a really pretty picture on the box, but I just can't...er...do it. It's doing my head in Boss...it's a tiger...er...doing my head in"
Ferguson stands up and shows Beckham to the door, "Look David, bring it with you next week and we'll sort it out ok?"
Beckham smiles "Yeah...pretty tiger picture...doing my head in" and leaves.
Next week Beckham comes into Fergusons office and empties the pieces out onto the desk.
"See?...nice tiger but I can't do it"
Ferguson brushes the dust from this jacket, stands up looks at his desk
"Beckham, put the Frosties back in the box for f**k sakes"
"Er...nothing" says Beckham.
Ferguson writes it off as a bad day and nothing more.
Same thing next week, "Er...it's ok..er..just an off...er...day" says Beckham again.
Ferguson is upset, his star striker is performing badly but leaves it another week.
They lose again, with Beckham standing around and running into the goalposts.
Ferguson brings him into the office and sits him down.
"Look David, what's wrong man? You've been rubbish, what's on your mind?"
Beckham stares at the wall "Er...nothing...just...er...you know"
Ferguson is seething, "No I don't know. Is it Victoria?"
"er...."
"Brooklyn?"
"er...."
"Look David, something is wrong, just tell me and we can fix it"
Beckham looks at Ferguson "It's my jigsaw"
Ferguson is amazed "What?"
"Victoria bought me a jigsaw a month ago and I just can't do it."
Ferguson scratches his head "A jigsaw? You've been performing really badly because of a jigsaw?"
"Er....yeah...it's got a really pretty picture on the box, but I just can't...er...do it. It's doing my head in Boss...it's a tiger...er...doing my head in"
Ferguson stands up and shows Beckham to the door, "Look David, bring it with you next week and we'll sort it out ok?"
Beckham smiles "Yeah...pretty tiger picture...doing my head in" and leaves.
Next week Beckham comes into Fergusons office and empties the pieces out onto the desk.
"See?...nice tiger but I can't do it"
Ferguson brushes the dust from this jacket, stands up looks at his desk
"Beckham, put the Frosties back in the box for f**k sakes"
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Alex Ferguson calls Beckham into his office one Saturday after a dismal performance and asks him what's wrong.
"Er...nothing" says Beckham.
Ferguson writes it off as a bad day and nothing more.
Same thing next week, "Er...it's ok..er..just an off...er...day" says Beckham again.
Ferguson is upset, his star striker is performing badly but leaves it another week.
They lose again, with Beckham standing around and running into the goalposts.
Ferguson brings him into the office and sits him down.
"Look David, what's wrong man? You've been rubbish, what's on your mind?"
Beckham stares at the wall "Er...nothing...just...er...you know"
Ferguson is seething, "No I don't know. Is it Victoria?"
"er...."
"Brooklyn?"
"er...."
"Look David, something is wrong, just tell me and we can fix it"
Beckham looks at Ferguson "It's my jigsaw"
Ferguson is amazed "What?"
"Victoria bought me a jigsaw a month ago and I just can't do it."
Ferguson scratches his head "A jigsaw? You've been performing really badly because of a jigsaw?"
"Er....yeah...it's got a really pretty picture on the box, but I just can't...er...do it. It's doing my head in Boss...it's a tiger...er...doing my head in"
Ferguson stands up and shows Beckham to the door, "Look David, bring it with you next week and we'll sort it out ok?"
Beckham smiles "Yeah...pretty tiger picture...doing my head in" and leaves.
Next week Beckham comes into Fergusons office and empties the pieces out onto the desk.
"See?...nice tiger but I can't do it"
Ferguson brushes the dust from this jacket, stands up looks at his desk
"Beckham, put the Frosties back in the box for f**k sakes"
"Er...nothing" says Beckham.
Ferguson writes it off as a bad day and nothing more.
Same thing next week, "Er...it's ok..er..just an off...er...day" says Beckham again.
Ferguson is upset, his star striker is performing badly but leaves it another week.
They lose again, with Beckham standing around and running into the goalposts.
Ferguson brings him into the office and sits him down.
"Look David, what's wrong man? You've been rubbish, what's on your mind?"
Beckham stares at the wall "Er...nothing...just...er...you know"
Ferguson is seething, "No I don't know. Is it Victoria?"
"er...."
"Brooklyn?"
"er...."
"Look David, something is wrong, just tell me and we can fix it"
Beckham looks at Ferguson "It's my jigsaw"
Ferguson is amazed "What?"
"Victoria bought me a jigsaw a month ago and I just can't do it."
Ferguson scratches his head "A jigsaw? You've been performing really badly because of a jigsaw?"
"Er....yeah...it's got a really pretty picture on the box, but I just can't...er...do it. It's doing my head in Boss...it's a tiger...er...doing my head in"
Ferguson stands up and shows Beckham to the door, "Look David, bring it with you next week and we'll sort it out ok?"
Beckham smiles "Yeah...pretty tiger picture...doing my head in" and leaves.
Next week Beckham comes into Fergusons office and empties the pieces out onto the desk.
"See?...nice tiger but I can't do it"
Ferguson brushes the dust from this jacket, stands up looks at his desk
"Beckham, put the Frosties back in the box for f**k sakes"
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