Mark Bellingham’s not crying, honest. There was a moment during Jude Bellingham’s presentation at Real Madrid, not long after he had stood up and offered his first, brief words in Spanish, when the cameras showed his father’s face and there was the tiniest hint of a tear, which well there might be.
His son, though, was not so sure. “I don’t know if it was just sweat, to be fair: he doesn’t cry often,” the 19-year-old said, another smile creeping across his face on a morning when there were many of them. “I’m going to have to watch it back closely and maybe give him some banter.”
