Fate

Sitting on the toilet praying for the Lionesses to score. Seconds to go. Divine intervention is needed. Surely it can’t work but suddenly there is a roar from next door, and they have done it. The teenager Agyemang has scored, England are through to the semi finals if they win a penalty shootout against Sweden. This is a comedy of errors, no praying needed, just watching in disbelief as the pressure becomes too much for each spot kicker and the goalkeepers are getting better and better. Up in Liverpool, rushing back for the semi final second half. Again behind, this time to the underdogs Italy. We don’t look like scoring, Italy are being cynical, delaying, fouling. I get in the hotel lift, go downstairs, go outside. Still no goal. It isn’t going to happen this time. I ascend back to my sweeping apartment, turn on the Telly. Still playing but it all looks forlorn. I give up watching. I give up on the lionesses, but then I think, one last moment, to the toilet and really pray, for the people who this means so much too, all the fans, my partner especially. I’m on the BBC sports app, then suddenly a 1 appears by England’s score. You must be kidding.I do believe in god. Incredible. I turn the TV on again and watch extra time where Italy give us a silly penalty, Chloe Kelly steps up, the penalty is saved but she gobbles up the rebound. No worries. Spain will surely beat us in the final, so technical, passing patterns. We start well for a change, matching them but gradually they take the ascendancy and score. Lauren James looks lost and injured. Kelly comes on again, and immediately there is more drive and impact. 1-0 at half time is a good score. We will come back, we do, Alessia Russo planting an almost identical header to the Spanish opener. We drive on but can’t add a second. Extra time, Spain start to take control again. We defend for our lives. Penalties again, all of our senior players off exhausted, injured, wounded. But Hannah Hampton, notes written up her sleeve, she knows the score. No praying needed. Chloe Kelly to win it. Of course it is. Struggles with her club, a loan transfer back home to Arsenal, redemption, a European cup, back with the Lionesses. No nerves. Loving the moment. Repeating her act of three years before. The game changer, the finisher. Incredible. The story was always going to end this way wasn’t it.

Coming from behind

We love an underdog. Not the winner who is expected to win, does so without apparently breaking sweat.  Sampras or Djokavic in tennis. It was always Nastase or Connors for me. Andy Murray had to work at full pelt to succeed, taking things to the edge so you were never sure if he was going to survive. The result in the balance. At the Paris 2024 Olympics two sets of UK athletes went for the dramatic rather than common place. Alex Yeo in the triathlon battled through the polluted waste of the Seine, swimming against sewage and the tide, survived the bike leg And then embarked on his favourite running section. Surprisingly one of his competitors started to go increasingly ahead. All seemed lost for Yeo and Team GB. He gained a second wind though, and bit by bit started to close the gap. The commentator got increasingly excited and then about 100 metres from the end Yeo takes the lead, wins by a few yards and then collapses on the ground, a few feet from the finish line. Completely spent. Exhausted. At his limit and beyond. The next competitor wobbles and falls gently on top of him, adrenalin immediately leaving the body as the finishing line is past. Back to the Seine, the women’s quads rowing were taking place, The Netherlands forging a large lead but the plucky Brits were hanging in there, just in sight, Gradually they started to reel their opponents in. It looked too late for gold but a few metres from the line an extraordinary effort propelled them to a photo finish which they won by a neck, or a head. Half an oar. The crew didn’t know they had won until the result flashed up on the screen. An incredible feat made dramatic by the manner of victory. It is not just about winning but the story that unfolds within it. The French BMX biker who crashed and lost his shoe before coming back to win a medal. Much more exciting than the Francophile swimmer who won loads of medals, seemingly without being out of breath. It’s not what you do but the way that you do it when going for gold.