Sitting in the club in Leeds where he first played rugby, a place that he viewed as a safe haven during a troubled childhood, Jason Robinson recalls with vivid detail the route he used to take to reach the club from his home, a mile’s walk away. From his red-brick terraced house in the suburb of Beeston, he would walk down the hill to Hunslet with a group of friends, through the walkway that passed under the M621 motorway.
“For a while, there would be a lot of travellers around under that bridge, and they used to have loads of dogs,” Robinson said. “They had lurchers, whippets, all sorts, a whole pack of them, and they weren’t tied up. As soon as we got to
