Victoria Beckham was never a football fan. The day she went to that Manchester United match, she just wanted to accompany her manager, a Red Devils fan, and meet the boy on the sticker.
In the nineties, people collected football stickers, and she had seen David on one. When the game ended, she didn’t just notice how handsome he was. She saw him with his parents and younger sister.
And something clicked. “I’m very family-oriented, and that captivated me more than any goal”, she said. He was shy, so she made the first move. They met in secret, in parking lots.
Her parents would drop her off there, and she would get into his car. Hours of conversation, laughter, and confessions, with no press to ruin the beginning. At the time, she was at the top with the Spice Girls, and he wasn’t famous yet. It never bothered her.
David watched her from the side of the stage. To her, that said it all: she wasn’t with a man who felt inferior, but with someone confident in himself and in the love he felt for her.