When I first saw The Four Year Plan at the beginning of this year, I described it as "possibly the most vivid insight into the running of a football club yet committed to film". The best part of a year on, after seeing it again, there's only one thing I would change about those words: I'd delete "possibly".
I won't pretend to you that The Four Year Plan isn't really about football, in order to lure in those with no interest in the sport. It is. Of course it is. But it's about more than that. It's about what happens when you combine iron will, massive ego and complete ignorance in one person – that person