by Theo Chapman
Have you ever found yourself perched on the toilet, and no matter how patient you are, nothing will come out?
Well, that’s how it feels to watch season two of FX’s Welcome to Wrexham.
What should be an intimate display of the secrecies of a Hollywood-backed football club, ends up as a show that focuses on everything but the sport itself.
It’s like someone dangling a carrot on a stick in front of you, and whilst you’re distracted by the carrot, you stumble into a stagnant pond full of toxic discharge.
That’s how much it makes my skin crawl. The entire production is fabricated for an American audience.
It blatantly ignores the football fanbase, whose passion alone would fulfil this docuseries’ potential. Instead, it’s made for part-time soccer supporters, who are arrogantly oblivious to the intricacies of the game.
If I’d wanted to spend my free time babysitting Americans, I’d have moved to California and opened a daycare.
This isn’t even the most tedious thing about it, though. No – the most scathing insult to the British audience is that this thing was nominated for six Emmys.
What a ghastly representation for the American television industry.
Can you imagine if a British company made it? There’d be riots in the streets. The country would dissolve into a mass cocktail of anarchy and savagery.
Hopefully our friends across the pond will learn the ins and outs of football before the third series is released. At least then there’ll be no excuses for not focusing on the astonishing beauty of the sport itself.
