It seems that some guys get all the luck.
Take David Beckham as an example. Not only does he have a right foot that can drag a nation kicking and screaming to a World Cup, but he also has the movie star good looks, pop star wife, millions in the bank, a CV to make most of the world’s greatest players green-eyed and enough left over to fill an underpants commercial.
And to make things even more galling, he’s now so globally recognisable that he doesn’t even have to pay for his designer clothes, sports cars or fancy watches - top brands are literally chucking their goods at him in the hope he’ll get papped sporting one of their products.
But is this really luck?
In honesty, no. It’s all down to hard work.
If David Beckham had spent his youth playing Super Mario Bros on the Nintendo and his teenage years chucking whatever little money he had at manafacturers of fizzy lager and cheap cigarettes, instead of spending hours out on the training field honing those skills, then he could well be the Boston Standard’s sports editor and not one of the globe’s most loved sports stars (albeit a slightly better looking one with a nicer haircut and enough left over to fill an underpants commercial).
Yes, his smouldering good looks and Hollywood-esque bone structure makes him marketable - and he may be best known and have made most of his cash outside of sport. But it was years of dedication that put him in a position where his smile could be sold around the world.
I’m a firm believer that - give or take a EuroMillions win - you make your own luck in life. Perseverance pays off. Practice makes perfect.
“I’ve got a theory that if you give 100 per cent all the time, somehow things will work out in the end,” was how basketball star Larry Bird put it.
Good luck is something you can sometimes have a say in. Bad luck, however, is not.
Real bad luck is living a healthy life and then one day the doctor says you have an incurable disease.
Real bad luck is a drunk driver careering into you as you walk home.
One person suffering his own dose of bad luck this week is Liam Marrs, although fortunately nowhere near the scale of those two examples in the previous paragraphs.
The Sunderland under 21 player had just completed an unlucky-for-some 13-game loan spell at Boston United.
The Black Cat had crossed United’s path, shipped out to the Skrill North to get his first taste of the ‘man’s game’, and slotted in brilliantly.
Marrs was arguably the Pilgrims’ most consistent performer during the past three months, making that right back role rightfully his own.
But now he has been sidelined by a random knee injury and yesterday went under the knife, uncertain whether his operation will leave him sidelined for five weeks or for the rest of the season, at least.
The timing couldn’t be any worse for Marrs. He is in his last year with the Sunderland under 21s and he was desperate to use the rest of the season to prove to his bosses that he is deserving of a full contract.
But, were his future to lie away from the Stadium of Light, he was also pragmatic enough to know that another few good months, probably back on loan at Boston, could have brought him to the attention of another club willing to offer him a full-time deal.
To be frank, the timing of his operation sucks.
From what I’ve seen, Liam Marrs has a tremendously bright future in football and I just hope this injury doesn’t cause too him too much of a setback.
He’s been dealt some undeserving bad luck of late.
But I’m sure the player has enough drive, determination and ability to make his own good luck as soon as he’s back to full fitness.