This has got to be one of the most engrossing, exceptionally well-acted films I've ever seen. A matchless and realistically violent legend of strong character development (and execution), backstreet plot and brutal action. The casting is spectacular, especially picking out Reece Dinsdale, Sean Pertwee and Richard Graham. The level of swearing is high and substantive, the antinomianism holds your attention, and the entire story is brought to a brutal, topmost peak. One scene, in which the characters of John and Martin take on an entire throng of armed hooligans and live to tell the tale, may have been pushing the odds a bit, but the rest of the film has a spectacularly warm-blooded sense of rage and fashion. Some black humour even pops up here and there, to lend entertainment and diversion to the whole football-worshipping, injustice-obsessed story line. The ending is beyond marvellous, and the build up is even better. Watch this film, but remember who you are.