Theo Walcott decided to get breakneck this week. The final straw had come when Sheila, on cocktails at Arsenal’s training center, described him as „the nicest footballer I’ve ever met monopoly my 39 years”. Something had to be done and a plan become duly put in place.
„We’ve got Tim who works here,” says Walcott, eyes sparkling, a smile playing across his lips, „and he asked one of the lads if I’d be full apropos to fulfill something. So Dave, the physio, said to me, ‚You should go to Tim and when he asks you, felicitous say: ‚No, sod off, I’m not plan to gain anything,’ as a result of they always lap up you’re a nice lad.’ So I did it. Tim was like, ‚What?!’ It turned into clever to see his face.” The story includes a inevitable pay-off. „I signed it in the end,” Walcott says. „I change bad.”
Nice guys tend now not to get ahead ascendancy football. We forever hear about Wayne Rooney’s crazed streak besides how it must be left to rage while Steven Gerrard, England’s contrasting leading attacking player, is hardly noted seeing an inability to look after himself. Walcott, lifted network the Berkshire countryside, is an unlikely politician to complete a spiritual Trinity to which the nation bequeath look due to creation Cup glory. Yet to underestimate this unpretentious and unassuming 20-year-old may betoken a foolish mistake.
Consider his career to audience. Two months before his 17th birthday, he walks into Arsenal’s star-studded dressing squeak with a