Canadian border guard sees my West Ham shirt.
With mild disbelief in his voice: “West Ham? Really?”
I’m smiling at the pleasant surprise. “Yeah.”
“Didn’t they get relegated?”
Now my grin is huge. “Yeah, but we’re coming straight back up.” A mixture of my Canadian cautiousness and of my having seen enough dreams fade and die kicks in after a moment and I add, “I’m pretty sure…”