Coming from a Yorkshire family but growing up with a Father in the RAF I was constantly reminded of my roots.
The fact we were a Yorkshire family was often mentioned. No matter where we lived my parents had local Newspapers posted to them. Sometimes random issues if something special was in them but always the Airedale & Wharfedale Observer, a weekly paper, and Monday’s Yorkshire Post which had a supplement giving a roundup of all the local Sport.
Yorkshire Cricket and Leeds RLFC (they weren’t the Rhinos yet) were very important.
Before my parents were married they would go on dates to Headingly to watch the Cricket in the Summer or Leeds in the Winter. My Dad’s favourite player was always Lewis Jones.
Leeds was always referred as ‘Home’. “We’re going Home for Summer” was a phrase we kids would dread. Our mates went to the Seaside, we went to Leeds. One year my mates went Camping in the South of France, two families and their Mums both said I could go with them – “you can’t, we’re going Home”
But one Easter, maybe two years before that fateful non-France holiday, those dreaded words were different.
“We’re going Home for Easter. We will go see Leeds play against Northern.”
Oh my… I was going to be my first ever LIVE Rugby League match. Continue reading