A guy I work with, Dennis, saw him in a hotel reception (maybe last year) and he helped him order a taxi because he was that done in, the girl on the reception desk couldn't understand him. He translated to the girl where the taxi needed to go and after, Gazza said to him 'Thanks mate, do you want to take a picture with me?' Dennis says 'Why?' and he says 'I'm Gazza!' and sticks his tongue out like a mad thing.
It's at this point that Dennis, early 40's, who's been a football supporter all his life, watched a few England games in Euro 96, realises who he's been helping. He said it was one of the worst things he's ever seen. 'Total destruction' he called it.
It's ok thinking he had the world at his feet, lived his dreams, travelled the world, got paid shitloads and was famous but looking at him now - would you swap places with that poor fella?