Amid all the conspicuous consumption of Baden-Baden in 2006, the dancing on tables and the parades of personal trainers, there was an incongruous constant, a small shaft of sanity in a mad, mad world. Most nights, Don Walcott would take his seat outside the small curry house. He was amenable, approachable and seemed a little bemused by the circus he and his son had suddenly found themselves a part of. It’s startling now to think that was over nine years ago, that that’s how long Theo Walcott has been a promising footballer. Everybody’s still waiting for Theo. Walcott is 26. He cannot be a great hope forever, living in a limbo of possibility, forever on the verge of breaking through...
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