Someone took a camera and, by the looks of it, filmed every single thing that happened to the Footscray Football Club - the board meetings, the coach screaming inane clichés at the heavily put-upon players, the utter despair, the embarrassing fund raisers, the ridiculous suggestions made by clueless hangers-on, the star player's radiation therapy - everything. (Oh, yes: they filmed the actual football games as well.) IN ADDITION, we follow the two most devoted fans this or any other football club has ever had. By a curious coincidence, they not only know each other, they support the same side.
The fans are necessary. They let someone like me know what the hell is going on. One look at the expressions on their faces, and we can tell not just whether the Bulldogs are winning or losing, but precisely how well they are doing, to within ten points or so.
I loathed football before I saw this documentary. Come to think of it, I still do. But now I think I can see the value in it.
The fans are necessary. They let someone like me know what the hell is going on. One look at the expressions on their faces, and we can tell not just whether the Bulldogs are winning or losing, but precisely how well they are doing, to within ten points or so.
I loathed football before I saw this documentary. Come to think of it, I still do. But now I think I can see the value in it.