I have always felt that close connection between Morrissey, in his totality, and Colin Smith (as rendered by Tom Courtenay) in the closing scene of 'The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner'. Ever since I was first astonished by the film twenty odd years ago I sensed a certain Morrissey-ness about that searing finalé.
Smith's won the race, victory is assured, he knows he is miles ahead of the field. Yet he chooses to lose. In front of figures of authority (Michael Redgrave's headmaster, as well as the borstal's wealthy patrons) and friends alike (his fellow borstal boys) Smith decides to stop running. As the top toff eventually passes him to take the prize Courtenay even does this half exhausted / half deferential bow, as if to say 'I am allowing you to win'; a quite sublime gesture of physical acting. Redgrave watches in disgust as he realises precisely what Smith is doing, before turning away in fury. His peers, denied an historic victory over the upper classes, are baying for his blood. And Smith just stands there, smiling, and wipes the sweat from his brow.
With the critics and fans alike often baying for his blood I've always sensed a bit of Smith in Morrissey. And he knows it; "Unlimited self-sabotage", etcetera...