Despite having the same co-author, Paul Merson's autobiography suffers both in format and in content in comparison with Tony Adams' Addicted.
The book is written as a diary, in which Merson moves from the World Cup to his spells at Middlesboro and Aston Villa. All three have the scent of failure attached to them, and there is very little allusion to his glory days at Highbury, days in which the seeds of his various addictions were sown. This makes for a rather drab backcloth to the essential subject of the book - Merson's tormented, desperate and not always successful struggle to break away from needing some kind of high to help him cope with life outside the confines of a training pitch or a football stadium.
There are many similarities between what he lives through and what happened to Tony Adams. Whether this experience is restricted to players coming through Arsenal's youth system in the 1980's I don't know, but a pattern emerges of the emptiness of the life of a dedicated footballer during the long periods of time off, be they mid-week or off-season. And for young men drilled with a will to win and nurtured on the highs of scoring, winning and beating others, the temptation to seek short-term thrills at the races or in the bottom of a bottle seems for some to be overpowering.
Merson's book also suffers in comparison because you sense that there is less depth of character in him than in Adams. There's a sense of passing from the autobiography of a man to that of a small boy, tearful, scared and suffering the rejection of his wife.
The book finishes in a kind of no-man's land as Villa finish the season with a dreadful run of form. I only hope for his sake that, after guiding Portsmouth to promotion this season, Merson is well back on the road to recovery, and that if he were to add another chapter or two to his book, we could trace the development of a more mature, confident and rounded person.