As Beckham watches, and re-watches, the Deadpool jab – “You ever heard David Beckham speak?” asks Reynolds’ Wade. “It’s like he mouth sexed a can of helium” – the high-voiced Brit gets a “sorry” text message from the superhero (or from the actor – lines get blurred here).
Soon enough, Reynolds, in full Deadpool regalia, is at Beckham’s door, offering a series of apologies, first with cookies, then with helium-filled balloons (“Too soon?”) and even a mariachi band, getting nothing in return but door slams.
All seems forgiven when our hero shows up with two World Cup tickets. “I can’t wait to