I sneak into the back of the cab
It’s always a quiet moment. Invariably, as the driver sees that I am not ‘from around here’, he keeps quiet. I, being not ‘from around here’, do the same.
I settle in, watch the lights of the neighbourhood wander past, and listen
The radio is gentle, understated, some kind of talk radio. I strain to understand, navigating tones and sharp cuts to find any kind of meaning
Gotta keep studying
When I hear, unmistakeable
Leicester City and Brighton
Now they’re speaking my language.
In my broken, flawed Vietnamese, I manage to ask whether he likes football, and he’s off.
Pulls out his phone, excited now. Points to today’s fixtures.
Man City – Man U
I ask which team he likes
No Man City! Too much money!
On this we can agree. I have a begrudging respect for them, but yeah.
I consider explaining how the Top 6 are basically an oligopoly, how the bottom half of the table serves largely as a farm system for the big clubs, symbolic of the inequity plaguing our greater society and inherent issues with capitalism as a problematic pillar of our modern world
But decide that might be a tough explain
So, instead, we spend the rest of the ride in silence, the radio show in good form
Appreciating our shared language