Gazza: My Story
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Almost as soon as Gazza burst on to the scene at Newcastle United, the young Geordie was the centre of attention: Vinnie Jones's notorious ball-handling showed the lengths people would go to try to stop him. Then, with England on the verge of possibly reaching the World Cup final in 1990, came Gazza's tears - the moment that brought a whole new audience to the sport and helped set the football boom of the 1990s on its way. But then came a career-threatening injury, mental health problems, self-confessed alcoholism and family disputes, as life in the full glare of the media spotlight became too much. Now, at the end of his top-flight playing career, Gazza is ready to confront his demons. The result is quite simply the most remarkable footballing story you'll ever read: what it's like being Paul Gascoigne, in his own words.
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matches, I made twenty-six appearances for Lazio that first season, and scored four goals. Lazio ended up fifth and got into the UEFA Cup, their first appearance in Europe for sixteen years. So the club and the supporters were well pleased with what they’d achieved – and with me, as their big investment. All the time they had had to wait seemed to have paid off. In the summer, I went on holiday with Shel, first in Italy and then to Florida. In the USA, I was eating rubbish, like ice creams and
times to see Eileen. What could I do? You can’t refuse the England manager, can you? But personally, I thought all the visits were a waste of time. In May 1997, in an England game against South Africa at Old Trafford, I had a bit of an argument with a linesman whose decisions I wasn’t happy with. While I was reasoning with him, I noticed he was chewing that nicotine gum, which I’d heard about and wanted to try. It’s supposed to make you relax. At half-time, Hoddle said he wanted a word with me
longer. None of our family would be going, not now. Then I got the first plane out of Spain, along with Phil Neville, Ian Walker and Dion Dublin, who had been chucked out with me. Six of us in all had been given the boot. The other two were Nicky Butt and Andy Hinchcliffe. I found out later that most of the squad were surprised, and some were stunned, that I’d been excluded. From Luton Airport, I shared a car into London with Ian Walker. I rang Shel and asked if I could stay with her for a
only now, at six years’ distance, when he is no longer England manager and it doesn’t matter any more, that I am giving my full story of what happened. I’m not denying what I did, but Hoddle should not have written about it while he was still the England manager. He was just cashing in on his position, making money out of my misery. I thought that was disgusting. I was not the only one who thought that, as he was widely criticised for producing that book. I can’t help wondering why Hoddle didn’t