At UK Customs for an English Soccer "Groundhopping" Trip

English Soccer Touring:
Ah, the Rituals of Arrival

Paul Gerald · Profile

Published on February 23, 2017

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Here’s an example, from 2017, of what coming through UK customs for an English soccer trip used to be like. The new kiosks have screwed this all up.

Coming through customs into the UK is starting to feel quite familiar.

First there is the somehow sudden arrival, after 8 or 9 hours in the plane. Then the odd feeling of standing up again. The slight fuzziness with some excitement coming through.

And then the Eternal Heathrow Walk. Somehow my flight is always in the hinterlands of this enormous airport, and I walk past dozens of empty gates before finally arriving at my favorite part …

Probably an illegal photo, but I was sleep deprived and giddy.

My Standard UK Customs Chat

That’s right, it’s the same talk every time.

“What brings you to the UK,” the agent asks.

“I’ve come to watch football,” I say, filled with anticipation, hoping I’ll hear it …

“Don’t you mean soccer?”

Yes!

“No, I’m here to watch your football.” And then I wait for the next question, which duly arrives:

“Which club do you support?”

It’s like they have a script.

“Fulham,” I say, “though it’s more like I pay close attention to them. My heart is with Portland in MLS.”

Sometimes I invite them to guess where the word soccer came from. But this guy was too quick for me.

“And which clubs will you be seeing?” It’s time to show my bona fides.

“This time it’s Burton Albion (a raised eyebrow), then Barnsley vs. Huddersfield (eyes wide and locked on me), then Norwich, Stevenage and Swansea.”

It’s right here where I feel really, really cool. I am not, you see, like the other Americans — for example, the guy a few spots back with the Everton scarf and Minnesota United jacket. I ain’t your standard World Cup and Premier League clown. I know my shit, bub.

“So you actually know your way around, then?”

Thank you, sir. “Working on the 92,” I say.

“Well, that doesn’t sound bad.”

My final chance to impress: “Oh,” I say casually. “It can be. I have seen some positively dreadful football.”

His smile seals my satisfaction. “And not to mention the weather,” he adds.

We exchange smiles, my heart swells, and I am admitted back into my second home.

Next up: the flat white, SIM card top-up, then a train into London.

Written By Paul Gerald

Paul Gerald, Owner and Founder of Groundhopper Soccer Guides · Profile

Paul is a traveler, writer, publisher and soccer freak. He started Groundhopper Soccer Guides as EnglishSoccerGuide.com in 2014. When he's not kicking around England working on this site and his book, you can find him at Providence Park in Portland, cheering on the Portland Timbers.

English Soccer Touring: Ah, the Rituals of Arrival

Coming through customs into the UK is starting to feel quite familiar.

My Standard UK Customs Chat

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English Soccer Touring:
Ah, the Rituals of Arrival