For many, mental shelter during the long months of lockdown was found under a canopy slung between two televisual poles; Schitt’s Creek and Ted Lasso. Both became unexpected hits for the precious escapism on offer. I never wholly took to Schitt’s Creek – perhaps watching another clan stuck in an isolated location not of their choosing resonated unhappily. I propped up that end of the canopy with rewatchings of Brooklyn Nine-Nine.
But Ted Lasso’s warmth and gentle charm – plus growing semi-religious belief in the magnificent Hannah Waddingham (playing club owner Rebecca) as a real-life Brienne of Tarth who would restore order to our crumbling universe – had me from the get-go.
