Summary
SCOTT TROUP was a binge drinker. The arrival of 5pm every second Friday heralded the departure of his sobriety - cider and vodka creating a dense fug that rarely cleared until the Monday morning. Freed from the restrictions of parenting, he would stumble from bar to bar in Edinburgh, stopping only to visit Tynecastle or gorge himself on late-night kebabs.
"All the wrong things to be doing, I did them," Troup admits of a time five years ago when, having separated from the mother of his two sons, custodial arrangements left a void every other weekend for alcohol to flood into. "I was playing five-a-sides twice a week but, being 14st and 5ft 4in, I probably wasn't doing my heart much good."See the full content of this document
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Richard Winton Meets a 39-Year-Old Who Says Football Saved His Life
His concern, though, soon shifted to another organ. It was the first day of 2006, and Troup was with his seven-year-old son Kieran at Tynecastle for Hearts versus Celtic. The pair had spent the ...
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