Monday 16 May 2022

It's after the game that you show your real class


 


It was the late great Paul Dobson who said “Win as if you’ve just lost, lose as if you’ve just won.”

He was speaking about school rugby and what he meant, I think, is be humble in victory, be gracious in defeat. That’s a lesson to be learnt from playing sport that’s going to serve you well throughout life, and the adults who coach and organise youth sport should be teaching it, it's as important as the technical and tactical details you try to get the children to learn.

It’s in what happens after the game, often, that you can see whether or not teams and individuals are operating on a foundation of solid values. I like to watch the reaction of the winners and the losers on the final whistle, educationally it’s probably the most important moment of the game. And what happens around the ground in the minutes that follow – how the rest of the learners, the parents, the old boy spectators and the coaches behave, that’s the measure of whether there was class on display or not.

I’ve observed and wrote about examples on both sides of the issue over the years. There were two more recently.

The bad was to be seen at Menlo Park when a clip from their loss to Helpmekaar two weeks ago showed the post-match handshake line turning into a full out brawl after one player apparently didn’t like what another one said or did.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9c01aI0uuo

There’s a lot of emotion involved, I know, you wouldn’t be doing your jobs at coaches if you didn’t make the players believe it’s important, they have to be passionate and passion isn’t a tap that can be shut in an instant. But there’s the lesson to be learnt. Win or lose, when it’s over it’s over and there’s nothing to be gained by fighting on.

It worse when there’s an over-emphasis on winning. When winning is your main value then it’s hard to accept defeat. When coaches roll out the cliché that winning is the only thing, then what’s left when you lose?

Contrast that with what I saw at the Aitken hockey final on Sunday afternoon (night actually, after lightning and loadshedding brought about a two hour break between chukkas three and four).

I couldn’t describe it better than Adrian Carter of Saints:

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid027oXDu1skx5NNr2v5NHwxkG7gnWz6QtU2jEhgyPTffEmchYfDRh5ACE3tPrAsCUQLl&id=572907591

Hockey doesn’t always get the recognition it deserves. It’s as hard a game as rugby and in my experience the hockey programmes in the top schools are as professionally run as the rugby ones.

Yet, somehow, they seem closer to getting the balance right. They certainly did in the games that I watched at the Aitken and Boden tournaments over the weekend. Especially in the two finals.