I always root for the underdog. Whether it’s a sports team that has scraped its way into the finals against the odds or the unheard-of singer who can’t afford a glitzy outfit or singing lessons, my heart goes to those who look like they’re going to lose.

I’ll walk into an animal shelter and be drawn to the mangy-looking mutt cowering in the corner or the anti-social cat hissing in the back of the cage.