If you’re ever at a pub quiz and someone asks, “Who is David Seaman married to?” you can now say, “Frankie Poultney.” Then drop the ice-skating trivia. Watch their jaws drop. You’ll look like a genius.
So, here’s to David and Frankie. A love story that didn’t make the sports pages but deserves a gold medal anyway. And if you ever see them at a coffee shop? Don’t ask him about that Beckham free-kick in 2002. Just ask about the yoga. I bet he’ll laugh.
And that, my friend, is the whole scoop. No red cards. No VAR drama. Just a goalkeeper and an ice queen, living their best life. Cheers to that.
