If you can bear another blow-by-blow account of English football’s finest hour, this is as good a time as any, and nobody could begrudge Bobby Moore his documentary closeup. In film-making terms, it’s very much route one: archive clips, talking heads, nothing fancy. And being a defender, Moore’s heroics are inherently less cinematic than, say, a Pelé or Cristiano Ronaldo. But if there’s any evidence Moore was ever less than a cool-headed leader on the pitch and an East End gent off it, this adulatory doc doesn’t find it. It does, at least, acknowledge his later problems: insomnia, depression, bankruptcy, cancer and, perhaps most painful of all, cruel rejection by the football establishment, which saw him reduced to managing non-league clubs and commentating on local radio.
