Frank is awe struck when Sam Albany, manager of the local side Avon, asks for help with a saboteur at the club. Promotion is a single win away, but someone is determined to rain on the parade.
Take it for what it is - fun, faintly nonsensical, and firmly within the territory this series happily lives in.
It is unapologetically camp, pushing well beyond anything you might conjure up after a late-night cheese binge. Frank and Sebastian wandering into a dark room... not an image I've ever wanted in my life, yet here we are.
James Sheldon sports an extraordinary set of curtains; the last time I saw hair with that level of cultural depth, Troy was shadowing John Nettles in Midsomer Murders.
You do need to suspend your disbelief. Frank Hathaway, I kid you not, ends up on the brink of becoming a football manager - a promotion-chasing one at that. Still, I liked the scraps of backstory we get about him; he's a man we know surprisingly little about.
Credit where it's due: they did actually film in a football stadium, so applause for that at least.
It's absurd - so absurd it makes The Magic Roundabout look positively grounded - but it's forty-five minutes of warm, cosy escapism.
6.5/10.
