Carlos finally spotted his assigned seat in the cramped away end of Wetherby Road and made his way over, squeezing past a row of grumpy Yorkshiremen. Seeing the green pitch after hours of travel put a smile on his face, despite the earlier confusion with the taxi driver who thought "Harrogate" was a type of stew.
"Sorry I'm late, mate," Carlos said, apologizing to the man whose view he blocked.
"Just sit down, will ya? You're blocking the play," the man grunted, adjusting his flat cap.
Carlos recognized him immediately. It was Bill, the die-hard fan from the previous match. Carlos smiled, feeling a sense of familiarity in this foreign land.
"A penny for your thoughts?" Carlos asked, trying to use an English idiom he had learned on the plane.
Bill was silent for a moment as he looked out onto the field where Leeds United were currently pinned back in their own half. Letting out a sigh that smelled of Bovril and onions, he asked a question.
