
It all started with two-thirds of Clan Beckham sitting in the stands, with Dad (presumably) giving Romeo a briefing on the rules, or perhaps teaching him to appreciate strong female abs. My favorite is the man in front, though, who has clearly just realized he's going to be on the Internet a LOT today.

This man can do anything: play football, father cute children, look hot in a motorboat, accurately and one-handedly feed his child Mystery Meat In A Bun without either of them taking their eyes off the game...

"Dad, how come Mum doesn't ever play this when we go to the beach?" Pause. "HA HA HA HA HA."

I love this. David seems thrilled by something, the girl behind him seems blissfully unaware that she's hanging out so close to David Beckham that she could high-five him at any second, and the dude in front seems to wish they held this event in a library.

Girl: HOLY CRAP WE ARE WATCHING THIS NEXT TO DAVID BECKHAM. AND HIS KIDS ARE HUGGING HIM. I THINK MY OVARIES JUST EXPLODED.
Man In Front: SHHH... wait, hang on, I might have just GROWN ovaries SPECIFICALLY so they could explode in this moment.

"OMG LET'S MAKE OUT BEHIND DAVID BECKHAM."

"Ignore them, kids. That's just what consenting adults DO when they get excited about sports. I'm sure my golden balls have conceived dozens of children. Wait, that came out wrong."

"OMG THAT IS THE BEST PHOTO OF US MAKING OUT BEHIND DAVID BECKHAM. LET'S TWEET THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW."

"Come on, Dad, that looked fun. Give me some sugar."

"JUST KIDDING, I'VE GOT YOUR NOSE!"

Becks: You adorable scamp.
Girl: OMG HE GOT HIS NOSE. ARE YOU TWEETING THIS? YOU ARE, RIGHT? BUT, LIKE, DON'T BE OBVIOUS ABOUT IT OR ANYTHING. WE DON'T WANT HIM TO KNOW WE'RE RIGHT HERE.
