Welcome to Wrexham: the million-dollar question

Wrexham’s Hollywood owners have released a fly-on-the-wall documentary. Of course they have. But is it any good? Spoiler alert: this review contains spoilers. If you don’t want to know the result, look away now.

If you’ve seen Sunderland ‘Til I Die on Netflix or the All or Nothing series on Prime Video, you know the drill. Locals are vox-popped, club staff are tearful, and everyone is passionate about their club. There will be highs and lows, rows and blows, and cringe-worthy team talks galore. It’s a trite formula, but I’ll be strapped in for the duration.

Wrexham fans' love for their football club reminds me of the Italian term campanilismo, which roughly translates as a person’s unflappable devotion to their local bell tower (campanile). In more Anglo-Saxon terms, the weather may be grim, the chips may be soggy, and the football may be crap, but dammit it’s your town’s weather, your town’s chips, and your town’s crap football. It’s the same reason you follow Bromley, even though you could’ve been a supporter of any football team (you could’ve been, you could’ve been, you could’ve been).