The ex-Arsenal captain on football’s drinking culture, the joy of Hobnobs – and why food is his last weakness
I regret my own parents not teaching me to cook. Thank god for my wife, a fantastic cook. Her name was Poppy Teacher [a member of the whisky family] when I met her, when I’d given up drink and self-medication. I encountered a loving family, very knowledgeable of the bad effects of alcohol, but I can still say I wake up with a Teacher’s every morning. That’s my joke.
I was raised in Dagenham, opposite the police station and the bakery. My early memories are full of fear – of going to school crying, where food was very similar to prison food. [In 1990 Adams crashed his car into a wall when more than four times over the drink-drive limit.]
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