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The Gazza show: Paul Gascoigne makes a movie as he struggles to make ends meet

A movie about Paul Gascoigne, produced by him, tries to clear the air about his battle with demons but critics dismiss it as a quick-buck vanity project

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Former England star Paul Gascoigne is cashing in on his misfortunes. Photos: AFP, AP, Reuters

Once upon a time in Gazza la-la land, getting an audience with the clown prince of football was free.

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England's favourite son, Paul Gascoigne, willingly entertained anyone, anywhere, anytime, such was his pathological, childlike-need for attention.

Not any more. Twenty-five years to the week after one of the most talented players to put on a Three Lions shirt blabbed patriotic tears during the 1990 Italia World Cup, Gazza has wised up.

Sorry, Gazza won't do any interviews unless he is paid - £3,000 face to face or £1,500 for a phoner
Paul Gascoigne's agent, Terry Baker

Sober and correct, he's cashing in on his misfortunes, exploiting the media that so often milked his foibles and tortured soul during decades of madness: the drink, the drugs, arrests and blur of revolving rehab doors.

The maverick former Newcastle, Spurs, Lazio and Glasgow Rangers midfielder is back in the headlines promoting his new film, Gascoigne: The Man, The Legend, in his own words.

He claims the biopic is a 90-minute retort to his critics. It's certainly a skewed, cinematically stylised attempt to give his side of his alcoholism, OCDs like bulimia, divorce, wife-beating, fast-food deliveries to homicidal fugitives - the entire litany of mental anguish and craziness.
Gascoigne cries after England lost on penalties to West Germany in a semi-final at the 1990 World Cup in Italy.
Gascoigne cries after England lost on penalties to West Germany in a semi-final at the 1990 World Cup in Italy.
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The film was made at his request and is partly produced by him because, he says, he can't trust the media to set the record straight - especially the British tabloids, which, he argues, drove him over the edge with their relentless intrusions.

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