I recently went back to work after a surprisingly refreshing sabbatical. When I got back to work, I made the rounds meeting all the staff whereupon I discovered the boss of my boss is a Watford fan, born and bred in Watford. That probably happens all the time to you all Hertfordshire types, but here? Here in America, having that happen to me, one of the only WFC fans I’ve ever known outside of people I’ve met on these he forum pages, would be such an extremely remote possibility, it’s hard to even find an analogy to it. Like being a WFC fan for years, then going to Vicarage Road one single time in one’s life and seeing Lloyd Doyley score a goal against the opponent with his head? Anyway, I have something to talk about with him that literally no one in the company will understand.