I used to always feel sorry for the poor person who came fourth in the Olympics.
They sit in the stands watching the three people who beat them, listening to another country’s national anthem and missing out on the medals.
They nearly made it.
They just missed out.
They must wonder, “If only I had trained a bit harder, or been a bit luckier, maybe that could have been me on the podium.”
But when you think about it, coming fourth in the Olympics is still a remarkable achievement.