Roar Expert Robert Burgin helped administer the first Latin American Championship of rugby league on November 17-18. Here he tells of how this bizarre adventure became reality – and how it gives hopes to other average fans who want to play a part in growing their sport. I first dreamt of taking rugby league to Latin America when I was eight. At the time I was living in Housing Commission in Brisbane, my parents had just gone through several years of messy custody battles and I had moved to a new school. My mother had married a second time – to an ill-tempered alcoholic – and, when I looked around my new classroom, I was 100 per cent convinced I was the ugliest, poorest, weakest, most unstable, least talented kid of the bunch. I’ve already rewritten the start to this story several times, concerned it sounds too much like I am trying to big-up myself. But what ultimately inspires me to persevere is my eldest niece Emmalee now graduating from high school, a child whose trajectory bears more than a passing resemblance to my own. I’m also motivated to write this because of those beloved friends and family who may…