SIR – I’m writing to you re Mr Trevor Foster, a Bradford rugby league legend. What a lot of your readers won’t know, Mr Foster was a legend for so-called problem children too.

In the early Seventies I was one so called, and was put into the care of the local authority, due to problems at home. It was decided that a children’s home would be in my best interest (I could and should write a book on why it wasn’t).

So I was allocated to a home in Gloucestershire.

My mum and dad dropped me at the old Exchange station into the hands of Mr Foster, along with several other boys.

We set off obviously heartbroken, nine years of age, destination unknown, already missing my parents.

But within an hour Mr Foster had us all enthralled with his stories, and I fell asleep clutching a huge safe hand. Mr Foster was my breath of fresh air in an otherwise horrendous part of my childhood.

Thank you Mr Foster. The legend of my lost childhood.

Martyn Blamires, Spindle Close, Bradford