David Beckham claims his ever-changing coffee habits make him sound ‘a right k**b’ in chat with Man Utd pal Gary Neville

DAVID BECKHAM joked his bizarre quirk when it comes to coffee makes him seem like a “right k**b” in a hilarious chat with old pal Gary Neville.

The Manchester United legend and Inter Miami co-owner told host Nev of his surprising habits on the The Overlap YouTube channel.

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David Beckham made his bizarre revelations to Gary Neville
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David Beckham made his bizarre revelations to Gary NevilleCredit: Youtube – The Overlap

Beckham says he only drinks black coffee in London and only lattes in the countryside
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Beckham says he only drinks black coffee in London and only lattes in the countrysideCredit: Instagram
Beckham, 48, opened up off his own back when quizzed about what an average day looks like for him these days.

Asked for a run-through of his daily routine, the ex-England skipper said: “First thing I do? Cup of coffee.

“Actually, I wake the kids up first.. then I have a cup of coffee. I love coffee.

“The weird thing is – and I’m going to sound like a right k**b now – in London I have just black coffee, but in the countryside, I have a latte.

“It makes me sound a bit of a k**b. I don’t know why, I never have a latte in London and I never have a black coffee in the countryside.”

Neville went on to claim Beckham was a bit of a “city boy” early in his Man Utd career.

But Becks, who will also spend a bit of time at the beach these days thanks to his Inter Miami interests, disagreed, hitting back: “I love the countryside, I’ve always loved the countryside.

“I love the combination – during the week, I’m London because the kids are at school, but then weekends I’m in the countryside.

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“I love being in the country.”

The legendary right-midfielder even spilled the secrets to his extensive tattoos – revealing he now has close to 100 inkings.

Beckham claimed: “I probably have 81 now. Individual 81 yeah.”

On his first tattoo, he told Neville: “I had it done then I stayed at your house.

“No, that was the second one… so the first one was Brooklyn on the bottom of my back.

“The second one was the angel and I was sleeping at your house at the time and it stuck to the bed.”

Beckham then went on to pick his favourites – awkwardly forgetting about the one in honour of wife Victoria in the process.

The icon, whose son Romeo made his Brentford B debut earlier this year, said: “It’s hard to pick a favourite one to be honest. My kids’ names.”

Beckham then paused before rushing to add: “And Victoria’s name. Throw that one in.”

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