Football is infectious, the enthusiasm and passion it arouses whether played in the streets, or on the pitch is undeniable. When I was a child it was all about the magic of George Best, we all wanted to be him, wear his shirt, and when kicking a ball about in the streets of Middlesbrough, for a few minutes, you could feel like you really were him. In those wonderful moments we felt the stirrings of hope, just perhaps there was a chance..........? Now I guess its David Beckham who offers that excitement and glamour and represents the stuff of dreams. It doesn't matter if you don't have the right kit, the right boots live on a council estate or some far flung village in Africa, football rather magically, provides a vehicle to hang your dreams onto.