Beckham runs in early from training one afternoon and dashes to the
bedroom to find Posh spread out on the bed naked, puffing and panting.
> Becks asks her suspiciously "What are you doing?"
> Posh stutters a reply "I'm - er, er.... I'm having a heart attack"
> "Oh no" he cries in despair. "I'll call an ambulance". He runs
downstairs, picks up the phone and begins dialling 999. However, he is
stopped in his tracks by a tearful Brooklyn. "What's the matter, son?" asks
Becks.
> "Uncle Giggsy is in the wardrobe with no clothes on, daddy" sniffles
Brooklyn.
> Infuriated by this, Beckham runs upstairs and kicks down the wardrobe
door.
> Sure enough, the carpet-chested Welshman is stood there, starkers.
> "You w@nker Giggsy" screams Becks. "My wife is right over there
having a heart attack, and you're running around naked scaring the sh!t out
of Brooklyn."