Personal Life
At the age of 17, Primus met future wife Trish through a mutual friend. After 18 months of the relationship, they decided to have a child which Primus' parents strongly disapproved of. The footballer himself said in his autobiography, "Up until then I had been the model son and had brought no trouble to their door, but now they were upset at what they saw as my rebellion". On November 1993, their first son Nathan was born. They also have a daughter called Atlanta, born in April 1997. Primus and Trish married on 9 June 1999. Their third child and second son, Cameron, was born in 2002.
In 2007, he released his autobiography, "Transformed", which was co-written by Peter Jeffs. The book received generally positive reviews: Christianity Magazine said the book was a "disarmingly honest account of Primus’s triumphs and struggles on and off the pitch" while FourFourTwo described it as "an antidote to the 'me-me-me' tales that weigh down the shelves" but rival football magazine When Saturday Comes was more critical, pointing out its "sometimes ungrammatical and often ponderous style" and going on to say " book is also full of cliches".
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