Beer bellies, bad boots and fist fights – A day at Hackney Marshes

View the Hackney Marshes photo gallery above It hits you the second you step foot on Hackney Marshes. The smell. The wafts of freshly churned mud from a no-nonsense tackle, meandering up your nostrils and transporting you back to your youth. You’re an 11-year-old again, when nothing else mattered apart from football. The days