Brit Flick directors are in the exploitation business like so many others.
Why make an original, interesting film when you can give people what they really want... Cockney geezers knocking ten bells out of each other and maybe the odd kneecapping.
That's why I liked The Shouting Men, It was a surprise to see a football movie where no one got a Stanley in the face.
And on a lighter note, here's the footage from Tuesdays premiere: