Paul Gascoigne l’alcol, l’aggressione e un nuovo arresto

Paul Gascoigne, l’ex centrocampista della nazionale inglese, ha ancora evidenti problemi di alcol ed è stato arrestato Giovedì per aver aggredito la moglie Sheryl ed una guardia in una stazione della ferrovia.

Gazza era sotto gli effetti di alcolici!

Strano, eh!?

I tabloid, il Mirror in testa, riportano questa triste e non nuova vicenda legata all’ex centrocampista di Tottenham e Lazio.
A Stevenage, nel Hertfordshire, Gazza, pesantemente ubriaco ha messo le mani addosso ad un metronotte, stringendogli il collo, e poi alla moglie che cercava di calmarlo.

12 ore di carcere non gliele ha levate nessuno! Fortuna per lui che in Inghilterra esiste la cauzione…

Pochi mesi fa Gascoigne era uscito dalla clinica di riabilitazione e la figlia Bianca aveva dichiarato: «Si è completamente disintossicato».

A Gazza la Redazione di Football a 45 giri dedica Whiskey in the jar, canzone tradizionale irlandese che parla di un bandito tradito dalla moglie.
Ci sono tante versioni, noi, indecisi tra Pogues, Dubliners e Metallica, abbiamo scelto una versione a cui siamo particolarmente legati:
http://youtu.be/qq2UY4Jfz_s

Ecco il testo:
As I was a goin’ over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying “Stand and deliver” for he were a bold deceiver

Chorus:
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy

(Chorus)

I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure ‘t was no wonder
But Jenny blew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

(Chorus)

‘t was early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
I couldn’t shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken

(Chorus)

If anyone can aid me ‘t is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he’ll go with me, we’ll go rovin’ through Killkenny
And I’m sure he’ll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny

(Chorus)

Now there’s some take delight in the carriages a rolling
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

(Chorus)