Tagged: Manchester

So for the first part of proving I am still young enough to handle crazy weekends was a trip to Manchester for the Rugby League World Cup Final. I was first taken to The Boulevard in Hull (sounds nicer than it was but rugby league is not supposed to be glitz and glamour…well except for the cheerleading girls) around the age of 7/8 to watch Hull FC.  This was my upbringing in terms of rugby league. I used to go every week, me and my Dad were season ticket holders at one point.  It being a game mostly played in …