There is sport.
I was aware of sport – the existence of sport – but not the proper importance and meaning of sport. Sport is not something that happens to other people. Sport is that metaphor for life, that simplification of the human experience that can show us what to do, what to think and how to feel about the twists and turns of fortune we’re thrown. Sport shows us how to take what we were dealt and play it well, play it with joy, until it becomes something more than what it was, until it becomes something worth giving account of. Sports asks us as individuals not to reproduce, nor to acquire, nor to find fame but only to look within ourselves and see if there is a place that we had previously not dared examine. It asks us to do so alone, but the spectacle of sports asks us to do so together, to release the childlike emotions of wonder and excitement that we have rejected and denied as adults. We British have rediscovered sport, and in doing so we have rediscovered ourselves.