There’s something tragically beautiful about defensive players. They don’t actively attack, they defend themselves against the attacks, skilfully manoeuvre and strategically force their opponents to make mistakes in order to win the match. I think it’s the way we say it in Chinese that gives it the tragic touch, when we say others made unforced errors, we say that’s only mistakes, lying there on the ground for you to pick it up, there’s nothing dignified or heroic about it. They say it like those defensive players didn’t rightfully earn the points, that they didn’t train with their tears and sweats for years that enabled them to push their opponents over the edge at that very second resulting in that error, it’s merely their opponents’ temporary mistake that allowed them to somehow gain an disgraceful, despicable advantage. Attack players get to learn from their mistakes, and that seems to imply that those mistakes would never happen again like how wolverine would heal himself, it doesn’t even hurt, you wouldn’t even notice the wound a day later (after all that’s what people mean when they say mistakes, instead of, like fateful decisions, or miscalculations. Fateful decisions would at least indicate there’s repercussions, or atonement, or sleepless nights when you replay those crucial moments over and over again in your head trying not to think about the what-ifs and finally to make peace with yourself. Mistakes are almost laughably nonchalant, people throw that word around like napkins, it’s unfortunate, sure but also negligible. It’s so over used that its meaning is diluted and reduced to something utterly trivial.) and when that happens defensive players would be left to be slaughtered, their corpses left on the battlefield, without a single weapon in sight, with untold stories like thousands of other unsung heroes.