Sorry, not sure what that [R] means, so I thought I should put one in just in case ... Am I allowed to post a whole article (well, not the whole thing actually, but a pretty big chunk) in here from another website? Hope so ... this is from the Guardian - a nice vision of just how Beckham obsessed the whole world is. It's an entry from their Beckham diary. Page address was: www.guardian.co.uk/microsite/sanmiguel/story/0,13717,1047410,00.html .... Blah blah blah, some stuff about Real Madrid moving training grounds ... then it says (and the last line is the best bit) ... : All of which adds up to yet more excitement in an action-packed week for soccer sensation Dave Becks, the man the Spanish press have dubbed, a "Stakhanovite", a "Gladiator" and even the "son of Zeus" (which isn't Spanish for Ted). Some have even called him a footballer, the best in the whole wide world - and that's official. A study in Marca showed that Becks is the Spanish league's most-involved player, the statistical number one in passes, plays and assists. But only the number nine in fouls received, which is a bit pathetic. Still, despite being really rubbish at getting kicked, the press continues to drool. "Beckham the new King: the disbelievers surrender before his play and his stats", sang a bowing Marca. Away from the Bernabéu grass it's been just as action-packed. A week when Dave mainly dodged the paparazzi who follow him absolutely everywhere, but did manage to run over a foot or two; when it was confirmed that his sister-in-law crashed his Porsche; when son Romeo experienced his "escalator hell", in which the Super Soar-away Sun claimed that the tiny tot came "crashing" down an escalator, sending blood "gushing" - yes gushing - from his head. Now, this diary wouldn't like the belittle the event, but Romeo is a toddler, he toddles, he falls over, it happens. Yet, so important was the stumble - sorry, gravity defying plummet - that one media company, who know who the are, deemed it sensible to phone this diary for more information (because it follows Romeo around and knew ALL about the fall, obviously). At five o'clock in the bloody morning. But then we just can't get enough - something proven when Dave left the training pitch halfway through yesterday's debut session at Las Rozas. A collective in-take of breath and suddenly, cameras were poised, notebooks were out and phones were drawn from pockets like a Wild West guns from holsters. Like moths to a flame, the press pack were drawn, entranced, towards the door where Dave had disappeared, sensing something BIG had happened - or was about to. Two minutes later, Dave was back. It's true: the guy can't even take a piss in peace.