Becks took the steed Adidas and rode away. Soon he saw the tower blocks of Manchester rise above the polluted mist. He rode into the streets and met a group of people coming towards him.
'What news of Sir Alex and United,' he called out.
They looked in astonishment at the richly dressed young man. One of them, who wore the true shirt of the Blues, spoke
'Do you not know that the last of their premiership teams were relegated long ago'.
Becks was angry at what he took to be the answer of a spiteful city fan.
Without making any reply, he rode on to the ground at Old Trafford. As he drew near the place where it had stood, he wondered that he could not see the stadium. It must be covered in smog he thought, but when he reached the place, he found the pitch overrun with sweet wrappers and crisp packets.
Then he knew the days of Sir Alex and United were indeed long past. While hardly a plate was passed in Tir Na Thin, many hundreds of pounds were put on in Manchester chip-shops.