This morning I watched Roger Federer (Switzerland) and Andy Murray (Great Britain) play tennis. I was captivated. Even if you are not a tennis fanatic, you may have heard that this was a match of the ages. No one from Great Britain had made it to the final round of Wimbledon since 1938. Andy Murray has never won a finals game. Roger, who hadn’t been to this finals in 2 1/2 years, was playing for his record-breaking 7th.
I was captivated as I watched the entire nation of Great Britain root for one man. I was captivated because this one man wanted to give them something to root for. And he did. According to commentators he played the best he has ever played. His game had turned a corner. As Roger was holding the gold Wimbledon trophy, he stated he had no doubt Andy will win a Grand Slam. I’ve always liked that about Roger, even in his winning he continues to edify his opponent.
I think of how grand it is to know people are rooting for you. Knowing there are people who want you to achieve all that your heart has set out to achieve, this is an extraordinary feeling. To not be alone. To know it’s a ‘we’ not a ‘I’.
Even in the losing, the nation rooted for him. In his loss Andy cried, Great Britain cheered. Their devotion has not ended, if anything the losing increased it. It seems like you would always root for the winner, doesn’t it? I suppose if this were true, I would not still be a Lions fan, there wouldn’t be Cubs or Predator fans.
So, why do we think losing is always bad? Obviously it doesn’t feel good and yet…in his losing Andy gained. Maybe losing makes a win that much better?
What are you not trying because you are afraid you’ll lose? And if you do lose, what will you gain?