Cindy Adams

Cindy Adams

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Move over Posh: Soccer’s hottest WAG dishes on big US move

Stuff Beckham back into his snug underwear because Frank Lampard, England’s top pro footballer, biggest all-time soccer star, just signed with the NYC Football Club to play soccer. Yankee Stadium. Next March.

His girlfriend Christine Bleakley: “I’m from Northern Ireland, living in London. I love it here. Love Bloomingdale’s. Love this walking city, although I don’t know always where I’m heading. And with firefighters, police, Belfast’s Madison Square Garden workers and friends who run a bar near Wall Street, I love the Irish connection.

“Stuck in a hotel now, we’re looking for an apartment. I’ve been here before, but you need a feel for the place. Don’t want to get it wrong. People are helping but, basically, just Frank and I are looking.

“Ideal is a view. Four bedrooms. He has two little girls we want to look out for. And, turning slowly into my mother, I cook English roasts Sundays or home-cooked Italian. Not for 25 people or I’d get nervous. Just for us.”

So who are you?

“I’m easygoing. I’ll try to make this work for him but don’t want to live off him. Back home, I’m on Ireland’s channel and do ITV documentaries — a music special, an Ireland and Britain tour. Still doing that until his season starts. With all this to-ing-and-fro-ing, no idea what my career here will be.

“I’m 5-foot-9. In heels I shoot right up. Depending on my diet, I’m 10 stone (about 135 pounds).” Go to the gym with him. Do running and biking. Soccer’s not my thing, but I now go to every home game.”

To the important thing, you got a ring?

“Yes. Emerald-cut diamond. He surprised me. He got romantic.”

She met the Yankee wives yet?

“No.”

Lotsa luck. Rub a shamrock.

Bridges over troubled aging

Having just copped some AARP honor in LA, Oscar-winning Jeff Bridges, soon to be seen in “The Giver,” on aging: “Two conversations in my head. One: ‘I know you’ve got lots of stuff you want to do. Now’s the time before you kick the bucket.’ The other one: ‘Oh, you want to make the rest of your life a giant homework assignment? Just relax, man. Just relax.’”

Odds & ends

The Hit Men who jazzed with Frankie Valli, Elton, Carly, whoeverthehellelse, do it again the 25th. A concert. East Hampton’s Guild Hall . . . TONY winner Rosemary Harris joins Tom Stoppard’s off-B’way “Indian Ink” debut. Opens Sept. 28, Roundabout Theatre . . . TO support her former “Harlette” Linda Hart, Bette Midler attended Signature Theater’s “Piece of My Heart.”

Euro lite zone

Nobody cares about cockamamie royalty in crumbling Europe, but here’s what I newly know: They’re downsizing. Cooling it on gala galas. We’re talking conservative shmattas. Wash ’n’ wear hairstyles. Little tiaralets. Britain’s year-old Princeling George won’t exactly toddle in hand-me-downs — but — lousy economy over there is dictating easy does it. Let them eat cake is now let ’em eat animal crackers.

Pay attention

Warring Russian billionaires looking to buy luxury global resort Aman and already annihilating its CEO Adrian Zecha? I have personal feelings about this. I know Adrian since we both began. Me doing President Sukarno of Indonesia’s bio. Adrian, a Jakarta reporter. Over our lifetimes, his talent and smarts built this international empire for the rich and richest. Apparently, from Putin’s gangsterism with which he infects his countrymen, nobody is safe.

At Lincoln Center: “I used to be a banker.” So what happened? “I lost interest.”

Only in New York, kids, only in New York.