The red white and blue was everywhere. Admittedly everywhere was gearing up for the 4th July...or July 4th celebrations but I got the impression that most of the flags would be staying up beyond Independence Day.
Everywhere I went I had people looking at me quizzically and asking where I was from, or asking it through the statement of “you ain’t from round here, are you?” I would say that no I was from England, “oh London, why have you got an Australian accent then? Well welcome to the USA sir” they’d say before generally asking me how I found the Royal family was working out for me, what exactly the crown jewels were or if I knew Harry Potter. Sure did make me feel proud to be British.
Patriotism was particularly noticeable at the baseball games I went to where before the match we all had to stand up and take off our hats for the Stars and Stripes to be sung towards the flag. This was followed by God Bless America and much whooping, hollering and fist pumping. It made me laugh to think of what would happen if they tried to make the fans at the Molineux stand to sing God Save the Queen at a normal premier league football match.