The Bus: Exploring France’s Football Scandal Documentary

Football players in navy training gear seated on a bus marked 'Away Team' on a rainy day.

I still remember this with glee. You see France had knocked out my country, The Republic of Ireland with a very dubious Thierry Henri handball. So, feeling somewhat nostalgic, I decided to give this Netflix documentary a try.

The Bus: A French Football Mutiny is an outstanding, riveting documentary that transforms one of the most infamous scandals in modern sports history into a compelling, nuanced, and deeply human story. Released on Netflix in May 2026 and directed by Christophe Astruc and Jérôme Fritel, this 81-minute film revisits the 2010 FIFA World Cup debacle involving the French national team (Les Bleus) with fresh interviews, sharp editing, and a refreshing willingness to let participants speak for themselves.

The 2010 tournament in South Africa became a nightmare for France. After a lackluster group stage performance, tensions boiled over following a halftime clash between coach Raymond Domenech and striker Nicolas Anelka. What followed was extraordinary: players refused to train, staged a strike, and famously holed up on their team bus—refusing to leave while the world watched in disbelief. France exited early, the squad was vilified back home, and the incident exposed deep fractures I if you like slow carn team dynamics, media relations, leadership, and broader societal issues.

What makes The Bus exceptional is its structure. The directors craft it like a mystery with subtle Citizen Kane echoes—piecing together perspectives from players, coaches, officials, and journalists without forcing a single narrative. This approach feels fair and inquisitive, allowing viewers to weigh the accounts themselves.

The French Manager Domenech comes across poorly. Overly self-absorbed, there were multiple opportunities he lost to rectify matters.

The players, particularly Patrice Evra, deliver the most powerful testimony. Evra’s reflections on racism, classism, the pressure of representing a nation, and how football offered an escape are moving and insightful. William Gallas and Bacary Sagna also provide valuable context. These voices humanize a group long portrayed as overpaid prima donnas.

A must watch if you like slow burn car crashes.

Three stars out of five from me.

Wheelchair Wars (i)

Oh my Emperor, please let me suffer and die in your name – A nun’s prayer from The Order of Deliverance

The Emperor is our God; may we suffer greatly for our salvation – A nun from the Order of Retribution

Our Emperor, who doth rule from Earth,

Hallow be thy name,

Thy Empire conquer all,

What is done on Earth pervades the Universe

Give us your spirit and courage,

Forgive us any trespass

And deliver us to your Service

The chanting reverberated through Audrey’s body. Her two surviving roommates were on their knees on each side of her, and her wheelchair. In front of them, holding a wooden triangle, in her habit was Sister Nora. A tall woman with an aquine face, she towered over them. Her face is stern. The chanting has been going on for nearly half an hour in the small prayer room.

“That’s enough now, girls. You can go back to your room.” Sister Nora spoke in an authoritative tone, devoid of any love or intimacy.

The two girls on either side of Audrey rose, their faces twisted in pain from their stiff knees.

Audrey struggled to reverse and turn her manual wheelchair in the small space between two aisles of pews. One of the girls begins to push her and whispers into her ear. “I’ll let you take it easy, since it’s your last night with us. Ya lucky bitch.” Audrey looked back at her friend, Grainne, with a small smile. The other girl was Mary.

The few minutes it took to reach the dormitory down narrow, dark corridors were spent in silence.

Their dormitory was large with enough space for thirty girls. But there were only the three of them, and they clustered near the door. A pang shot through Audrey when she thought of all those that were missing. Disease had taken many, batterings from the sisters took some more. The others were sold to slave in the brothels.

Audrey’s movements were slower than those of others. It took longer for her to remove her purple uniform. That, and she couldn’t walk.

After lifting up her footplates and parking beside the bed, she used her hands to propel herself onto it.

This was a time to sleep, and the lights would switch off in a few minutes. But that rarely happened. The darkness was the only time they had when they could be sure they were not being watched.

Grainne was the first to speak. “Going to miss you Audrey.”

“Yeah, me too,” Mary whispered.

Tears rolled down Audrey’s face. “Yeah, me too. And I hate the thought of leaving you here.”

“I doubt we’ll be here much longer,” Grainne replied. “One of the sisters told we’re being sold to Richies in a few days. I hate the thought of having to please all those old, smelly men. I’d rather have an opportunity like you, even if it risked death.”

“I don’t know if I could be as brave as Audrey,” Mary murmured, “You have already had so many great victories. And now tomorrow, you get to leave this place. The Na Fianna compound has to be better. At least one of us has a chance.”

Then there was silence.

When Audrey woke in the morning, they were gone. Instead, Sister Ita stood at the side of the bed. A round woman with piercing brown eyes. “Come on, get dressed. I’m to bring you to the Na Fianna compound. Give me a shout when you are ready.” With that, she turned and went to wait outside.

Audrey grimaced. Sister Ita was the last person she wanted to spend her day with. She was renowned for her vicious nature and taste for some of the younger girls. She tried to put such thoughts in the back of her mind.

As they left the convent, they paused in front of the large metallic triangle hanging from the ceiling. “To the eternal power of the Emperor,” they said in unison.

Outside the central door, they were immediately hit with the smell. A foul mixture of sweat and excrement. The thoroughfare was crowded with children in rags. “Why doesn’t the Emperor just annihilate this scum?” Audrey knew that the Sister wasn’t expecting a response.

The thoroughfare was a large area with a high ceiling. But the rest of the journey was down narrow passageways with poor lighting. Some of the living spaces they passed didn’t even have front doors. Audrey could see into the little hut rooms that passed as their abodes.

It took two hours to reach the Na Fianna compound. Audrey smiled with glee every time the Sister moaned about having to push her creaky wheelchair and her meagre belongings.

Serves the bitch right after all she has done.

Oreus was waiting for them as they entered the bright and clean compound. The Sister gasped at the limbless man in the powerful, armed wheelchair. Audey had met him previously and said a warm hello.

Oreus ignored the Sister as if she were not there. He ordered one of his men to lift Audrey into an electric wheelchair.

“Now, you can come and go as you please, Audrey. Never again will you have to rely on a walker for movement,” Oreus voice boomed, “now follow me.”

Audrey looked around to see that the hated Sister was gone before pushing the joystick to follow Oreus. There were others there with all different manners of shapes, sizes, and malformations. She hoped to get to know many of them better in time.

“This is your quarters. Battle practice in an hour or so. See you again then.You should take every moment here very seriously. Your life depends on it.”

The room was more spacious than she had anticipated. There was a single bed with white sheets and a pillow. There were no stains like back at the convent. There was even a drawer for her clothes. There were some blotches on the green wall, but that wouldn’t bother her.

An hour later, she had unpacked and gone to the great hall for training.

The Rise of Judit Polgár: Insights from ‘Queen of Chess’

My dear readers, anybody who knows me for real knows how much I love chess. And yes, it is a sport. Everyday, I go to Chess.com and make a few moves. So, I immediately felt upbeat when there was a chess documentary to watch.

Queen of Chess is a 2026 documentary film that explores the life and career of Hungarian chess grandmaster Judit Polgár. It focuses on her father’s efforts to train her and her two sisters to become chess grandmasters, and on the saga of her multiple and intense matches against the then-formidable world champion Garry Kasparov. It was directed by Rory Kennedy.

It is a captivating and inspiring documentary that transcends the world of competitive chess to tell a deeply human story about ambition, resilience, and the pursuit of excellence. From its opening moments, the film draws viewers into the intellectual intensity and emotional stakes of a game often misunderstood as purely cerebral, revealing instead a landscape rich with drama, creativity, and personal sacrifice.

One of the documentary’s greatest strengths is its storytelling. Rather than focusing solely on wins, rankings, and tournaments, it explores the protagonist’s journey with nuance and empathy. We see not just a brilliant strategist at the board, but a person navigating pressure, expectations, and identity in a field historically dominated by men. The film deftly balances moments of triumph with vulnerability, making the narrative both powerful and relatable.

A drawback for chess lovers is that it doesn’t go into the matches in detail. It does reference what openings are played, the fact that Kasparov almost always played the Sicilian, for instance.

The documentary gives a broad perspective. It contextualizes Judit Polgár’s achievements within the cultural and social realities of the chess world, touching on themes of gender, representation, and the cost of greatness. These elements elevate the film beyond a sports documentary, transforming it into a thoughtful reflection on what it means to challenge boundaries and redefine what is possible.

Four stars out of five from me.