Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
The opposing team fans were in the carriage next door. They chanted at them (in German) at the tops of their voices for about ten straight stops. During a small lull the guy in front asked me if I was into football. I said I wasn’t. He looked crestfallen, like a 6 year old who’d just been told Santa Claus didn’t exist. The chanting resumed shortly after.