
See the disappointment in the whites of his eyes!
They live in New York City. They dress foppishly. They're in an electropop band. They are Arsenal through and through.
I'm pretty sure this combination of things has never existed in anyone else through the course of human history.
Ooh, to be a hipster?
Ever since I saw his name, Mr. Theo Walcott has held a special place in my heart. For those who don't know, the eldest of Hipster Gooners, yours truly, was never really a sports guy. For me, the introduction to the Gooners came in a number of different ways: an epic late night where I didn't sleep and saw Arsenal trounce Everton in a drunken/sleepy haze, the chants flying around Nevada Smiths that were music to my notice ears and, of course that moment in mid-October when I first saw the name Theo Walcott. Now, may semantic love affair with Mr. Walcott's surname comes from my admittedly hipster background. Educated at private school and Columbia University, the Ivy League and those Prep Rockers Vampire Weekend were no strangers to me. In fact, I took many classes with Ezra, Rostam and Chris.
So, with my own music major background bristling, I got hooked on trying to find a way to link the two together. What were the two you ask? Well, I answer, Theo Walcott and the song Walcott by those fine Columbia fellows.
Now notice the colors of choice by Mr. Mercury. Despite the fact that his #1 team was Barcelona, when it came to the Brits, he was all about the Arsenal and he clearly favored the Red & White ensemble, if not the Red & White army. Various internet searches seemed to confirm my suspicions about the leading man. So, after this, Jacob and I spent some time devising and sculpting the perfect addictive chant for the 21st century based on this 20th century superstar. Here is the best we got, done to the tune of Bicycle, of course:

This deserves a mention purely because it features Eboue going nuts. Seriously, I’ve never seen a player come out as aggressively as Eboue did that day. It’s obvious he’d got himself absurdly geed up for this match (probably because of what happened in the previous one) but right from the whistle he was like a little gremlin that had been fed on raw meat for a year. He was flying into everything – Tottenham players, Arsenal players, the ref, the fans… well maybe those last two are an exaggeration but you get the idea. How he managed to stay on the pitch for 37 minutes I’ll never know. And not only that, but he had no position whatsoever. He went where the ball went and hacked down anyone in his path. He’d be tackling their centre forward one moment and then tackle the goalkeeper in the very same minute. He came out and publicly apologised to the fans after the match. Some say Arsenal need more players with his spirit. Others say if that was the case we’d regularly play matches with eleven against none.


