Macca: Shed not a tear for Gascoigne.
PAUL Gascoigne's tears prompted an English football revolution, forcing it into the dinner-party conversation of the chattering classes and alerting Rupert Murdoch to the need to invest in what had become the hottest property in satellite television's short lifespan.
What we always forget is that those Turin tears were based on Gazza's wallowing self-pity. Fifteen years later, nothing has changed.
From 1990 to this day, he has wept because his own rabid irresponsibility cut short a glittering career.
He has wept because he was unable to control the base instincts which leads a husband to batter his wife. He has wept because alcohol has led him down a path of self-destruction. And this week he has wept because a young man who tried to resurrect Gascoigne's image finally saw the error of his ways.
Tears are no longer enough where Gascoigne is concerned. They cannot hide the failings of the man.
It's time he finally took responsibility for himself and stopped blaming the world for his downfall.