The glory of the Wagatha Christie affair, played out on social media and then in the high court, was twofold. First, it was the highest possible drama for the lowest possible stakes. Second, it had an epic sweep contained within a timeline short enough for even our fractured modern attention spans to manage.
Coleen Rooney: The Real Wagatha Story has not been vouchsafed these fundamental truths. It thinks we want a three-hour look behind the scenes, a recounting of every click on every post, a detailed description of every thought going through Rooney’s mind, alongside a recap of her childhood, marriage and much, much more. I don’t know how many people want a tour of Wayne’s trophy room in the Rooney mansion, but I suspect it is not a large percentage of the people who have tuned in. Most, surely, are looking for a reminder of that brief time when there was a break in the grey clouds of life and the country could bask in the ray of light afforded by the bizarre ding-dong between two footballers’ wives.
