BECK-HAM Football | BecksOwen [After the match on the 24th August, against Southampton. Liverpool 3, Southampton 0. However, Michael hasn't been playing too well; in fact, he looks downright depressed. While on the other side of England...] [That! is the signal for....] ::opening credits:: BECK-HAM, BECK-HAM, BECK-HAM       dundundundundundundundun BECK-HAM, BECK-HAM, BECK-HAM       "Pow!"       "Biff!"       "Whizz!"       "Bang!" Becks: ::sitting in front of television:: That sad face... That look... The absence of his name on the scoreboard...       Someone is flashing the Beck Signal! It's time for... ::screen flashes:: "BECK-HAM, BECK-HAM, BECK-HAM       dundundundundundundundun-" Sudden voice: Could you...Stop playing that? ::screen flashes back to Becks...no...BECK-HAM!!!:: Beck-ham: I've already changed. Brooklyn! To the BeckMobile!        ...Oh wait, he wouldn't like that. Vic's voice emits from the back: No! I wouldn't like that!!! ::Beck-ham turns to see....:: Beck-ham: CATTYWOMAN! Cattywoman: That's right, honey. Now you'd better be back soon to fix th- Beck-Ham: I must escape! Farewell, Cattywoman! ::shoots the Beck boomerang up and escapes through the broken window:: Cattywoman: And you'd better get that fixed too!!!       ::rocks Brooklyn:: Come on Brooklyn. Sometimes your dad can go a little crazy.       ...that little hussy. ::snarl:: ::Meanwhile, Beck-ham escapes in the Beckmobile to the airfield:: Beck-ham: ::for the benefit of the viewers:: Into the Beckjet!! ::runs into the jet:: ::Beck-ham sits down at a comfortable seat. He looks forward into the cockpit.:: Beck-ham: All right Alfred, to- Hey, you're a different Alfred from the one I saw before! Alfred: I'm the new Alfred from Buckingham Palace, sir. Beck-ham: I see. Well, on to Anfield, my good man. Alfred: Very good sir. We shall depart now, sir. ::In the air, the plane rocks a little:: Beck-ham: How is flying, Alfred? Alfred: ...Fine, sir. Beck-ham: Wwhhyy iiss tthhhhhee ppplaanee rrrrooooccckkkkkinnnng llliiikeeee thiiis? Iiiisss iiittt tttturrrbuuullllanceee? Alfred: ....Iiiiiii'mmmm afraaaaaaaaiiiiid itttt'ssss nooooooot siiiiirrrrr! Beck-ham: Theeeeeeeeeennnnn? Alfred: Ttttthhhheeee traaaaaaiiinnnersss aaaattt Buckingggghammm Paaaaalaaaaceeeee neeeeveeerrrr taaaaughhhht meeee tooo pilooooott a jeeeeettt sirrrrrrr! Beck-ham: WHAT?!!!! SO YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO PILOT A - ::the plane whirrs out of control. It plummets towards ground:: Both: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! ::They crashland. Thankfully, the jet isn't too injured.:: Beck-ham: After all, it is the Beckjet. Alfred: Pardon, sir? Beck-ham: Nothing, Alfred. ::Beck-ham struggles out of one of the opened jet windows:: Alfred: The door can still function, sir. ::steps out:: Beck-ham: No problem, I'm already out.       You stay here and fix the jet and >learn< how to pilot the jet by the time I come back. Alfred: Where will you be going, sir? Beck-ham: To find out what this savage land is, like our ancestors. Alfred: Well, yes sir, but I would appreciate it if you could help me a little in moving the Beckjet off the football field, sir. I think the fans are booing at us. Beck-ham: Manage it yourself, Alfred. I'm sure you can do it. Alfred: Yes sir. ::starts to drag it away:: Beck-ham: Foot...ball field? Am I in Anfield? ::looks around::Oh, no, I'm not.       It's Leeds against Newcastle. And isn't that....Leeds' home kit? ::There are yells from the fans watching.:: Fan1: OI! You! Get off the field and let the game continue! Fan2: Yeah! G'wan! Scram! Fan3: Hey! It's THAT MAN U GUY! ::both the Leeds players and fans' heads turn to Beck-ham.:: Fans: AFTER HIM!!!!!!! ::fans break out from their stands, and Leeds players pause the game. They start after Beck-ham.:: Leeds person1: Damn you, Manchester United! Leeds person2: Give us back RIO! Leeds person3: You have some kind of guts to come here! ::Beck-ham runs and runs, until he reaches a deserted field where Alfred has finished with the Beckjet.:: Alfred: You look frantic sir. What happened? Beck-ham: You wouldn't believe where we've landed! Elland Road! And we landed in the middle of a Leeds United and Newcastle United game! And all the Leeds fans and players started after me because they knew I was from Manchester United! Alfred: I see, sir. Beck-ham: How could they have recognised me in this costume? I thought it was the perfect disguise! Alfred: Yes sir. Right down to the fin, sir. Beck-ham: Of course, Alfred. ::nods wisely:: I wonder. What will happen next? Will BECK-HAM ever find his way to Anfield? Will he run into his nemesis, or an old friend? Find out, in the next episode of BECK-HAM! back