“Obviously I’m a fucking hooligan, you pr**k. I am a hooligan… There I’ve said it…I’m a hooligan. What’s more, do you know why? Since that is my f**king work.” In 1995, a film called I.D., around a driven youthful copper who was sent undercover to find the “officers” of a football hooligan group, accomplished clique status for its sheer fierceness and unsettling understanding into the dim and regularly grisly side of the supposed excellent game.
The film was so stunning it was difficult to trust the thoughtless occasions that occurred would ever happen in this present reality. All things considered, trust it now… Right around a quarter century, the man behind the film has violently uncovered that the script was to a great extent a genuine story. That man, James Bannon, was the goal-oriented youthful copper.