Love Match

Andy Murray, 2012 Olympics Gold Medalist

If you accidentally bump into a stranger in Manhattan, the response is likely to be “Get outta my way.”

In Japan, it is a sign of respect to bow when greeting a friend or stranger.

If you accidentally bump into a stranger in London, the response is likely to be, “I’m so sorry. No. Really. It was entirely my fault.”

Those who live in islands that have a high density population tend to be exquisitely polite because the inhabitants are likely to run into each other again tomorrow.

I was thinking about this as I watched Andy Murray playing tennis.  Until recently he could be counted on to lose — and be sorry.

In  the U.K., ‘tis a far better thing to be a good loser than to jump up and down, pump your fists in the air and behave badly as a shameless winner.

Andy Murray lost and lost until he was not playing to win for himself.

He won Olympic gold when he was “playing” for his country.  The crowd went wild. He bowed, pumped his fists in the air and acted like a shameless winner.

His victory finally allowed him to win.