Handling the great expectation
August 21, 2010 Leave a comment
I have odd dreams. I suppose we all do. Sometimes I dream that I’m in a rock band and I get up on stage to play Bass guitar (which I used to play back in Uni), only to find out that I can’t strum a single note! And, the whole band are looking at me thinging WTF, while I look out to the crowd and see that everyone has left! Or walking onto a pitch thinking I’m a professional footballer, only to find out that I can’t even kick a ball – which is actually true.
Handling the great expection that everyone has of you must be a serious dent to one’s confidence. How long can someone remain seated on a pedestal high above everyone else before you are knocked over and someone else takes your limelight? Each week we watch football games hoping, praying that our team wins. But, sometimes members’ of team commit howlers that make you want to scream with shame.
During the stadium tour, we were given the opportunity to walk through the players’ tunnel and onto the pitchside (we were not allowed to set one foot on the pitch). It’s an incredible walk because you are surrounded in this halo red coccon. Walking down you can imagine what the players could be feeling. For me it was excitement (as I was a tourist), but reflecting on my dreams it was quite discomforting. Everyone outside cheering you on, only to find by the second half they could be spitting your name in blood and booing at your inability to feed the crowds their weekend dose of adrenaline-fuelled wins.
As I write and review my notes that day, I certainly fely very different emotions as to where I was located at the stadium that day. From looking at the pitch from the Directors’ Box there was a sense of elevated objectiveness. But then as we walked into the private warrens of the players’ inner sanctity the perception and emotional values to change to imagining what it’s like being here. I felt almost at times empathetic and to handle that kind of pressure on a weekly basis is not something I could live up to, regardless of the money they throw at you. They are actors in a play which has no script. They must fend for themselves at the mercy of the crowd, for we are the Gods looking down at the pathetic mortals who must win our hearts for that day.
Going back to my story. Has the daughter done something so bad that the expectation of her has entered freefall to such a low and possibly dangerous point? Is the father her only lifeline to bring her back to normality before something terrible happens to her? Could be.