I’m starting to really miss hitting customs in the UK. The new kiosks are screwing everything up — yeah, and making life simpler and smoother. Whatever.
Other than the excitement of arriving in my tied-for-favorite country, the U.K. Border Force was also my first chance to talk footy with English blokes. (Sometimes it’s a lady, and that’s even better of, course.)
They always asked what I’ll be doing in the UK, and sometimes I’d say I’m here to watch some football. Here’s what happened once when I said that.
One time, he asked me who I support. First I didn’t understand him (it takes me a bit to adjust to the accent, especially when I haven’t slept) and I said “Fulham … unfortunately.” He smiled at this very-English-of-me expression.
Then he said what so many English people say at this point: “Why?” Imagine an English person arriving in the US and saying they’re a Kansas City Chiefs fan. You’d want to know why, too.
He and his neighbor in the booth both smiled at this, he handed me back my passport with an “enjoy your trip,” and I strode into the United Kingdom, feeling like my trip had truly begun.