David Beckham Documentary — thoughts and impressions

[Man, I’m straight but David is so handsome, in his youth and as he’s aging!]

My question #1 is how interesting it all looks to American viewers. I spent my 1990s in England, attending a countryside boarding school (Stowe). On the one hand, we were isolated at our boarding school; it was a prison-like environment. On the other hand, it was a truly intimate experience of Britain’s pop culture. From Oasis blasting from every speaker during class breaks to the drama of Manchester United beating Bayern Munich in the wildest way — I witnessed it all firsthand. Should I also mention Tim Henman? The guy was as solid at tennis as he was boring, but the country, my mates included, cheered for him like he was a hero for the ages.

Spice Girls? Yeah, I remember it all, much beyond the catchiness of I’ll-tell-you-want-I-want-what-I-really-really-really want.

I have a WhatsApp group with my mates from Stowe. I mentioned to them the other day how I enjoyed the documentary and how it brought back memories. This was the response from one of my mates:

It’s a great reflection of what I’m referring to when I say I was there, witnessing it all in a very intimate way. A quarter of a century passed, but the memories, including vulgar adolescent jokes, do not fade.