Most films about sport fall short of the mark - way short of the mark. They're riddled with ridiculous stories of success and focus on thoroughbred stars who have no real connection with peoples memories. They fail to touch their audience with the genuine passion that can only be felt during the real, horrible, beautiful drama of sport.

As fans, there are always those characters who will remain forever fond in people's memories. Many of whom forge an immortal link with their following, long after they've sadly passed away. Brian Clough was one, Bobby Robson was most certainly another. Then there come eras in sport that are never forgotten; phrases like 'Golden generation' are sloshed around in pubs up and down the country and famous victories narrated over again. Rarely do these feature famous losses, and rarely do losses remain so fond in the land of 'what if?', but all of the above is crystalised in One Night in Turin.

Quite easily the best film about sport I've ever seen: