If this film interests you it is currently running at the Glasgow Film Festival.

Set in Iceland, The Home Game sees a son assemble an unlikely squad of men and women to fulfil his father’s lost dream. With those heroes, including a fisherman and his son, the local church warden, a random Portuguese guy, and a mother of three. Their challenge is to take on one of the most difficult opponents in Iceland. Only this is no viking saga. This is a story of a little football team that feels like it is straight out of a Hollywood screenplay.

It started with one man’s dream. He wanted to build a football pitch in his beautiful hometown of Hellissandur, and then he wanted to win an FA cup match on his dream pitch. Well, he built that pitch, but unfortunately, he lost the match, and his dream died with it.

The funny thing about dreams is that even if they die, they can be infectious. Flashforward to 2020, and a new generation is ready to take on the dream. It sounds like something from a movie, but fiction can never be this beautiful.

The home game is a beautiful documentary that not only had me laughing but genuinely shedding tears of joy at the end. And I’m not talking about one single tear. I mean I full on happy cried. This movie is emotionally fulfilling and absolutely inspiring.

At its core, this film reminds me why football is called the beautiful game. It has wonderful themes of sportsmanship, hometown pride, and passion, three aspects that bigger league football often misses out on.