My brother was an alcoholic.
Fantastic, gifted guitarist. Just a pub band, but back in the 80s he had women all over him, packed crowds, the lot. He was funny and well liked.
The booze got hold of him and changed him. I've seen it all and I came to be really very angry with him. He died in October when all of his organs failed and I can finally think of the man he used to be.
It's plain wrong to be judgemental; I've seen enough of this to know that it really is like a disease. The term urine head is literally derived from the fact that the urea has nowhere to go but your brain once your liver is screwed. After that you are fighting a losing battle pretty much. You can say all you like about 'they shouldn't have let it get that far in the first place' but sorry, that's just really naïve and may I say a bit pious.
It makes you very angry, I can tell you that. But it's sad all the way, so yes I feel sorry for Gascoigne. He was a little boy who got all the sweets and then the school bully nicked them and he never got them back.