I think I was about 13 at the time, my cousin Adrian had a motorbike, which I thought was cool. He was a big Manly fan. One day after I’d finished running Track and Field at Narrabeen he said, “Do you want to go to Brookvale to watch Manly play?” My eyes lit up. “I can take you on the back of my bike”. My eyes really lit up, I looked at Mum and she nodded with cautious approval. At this stage I didn’t really follow any team, Mum wanted me to barrack for Souths, ‘The Mighty Rabbits’ she’d say.  Continue reading Go Manly →