I disagree entirely. I was hopeless at games and PE. I couldn't hit the ball, was always last and one of the last to be picked. It was absolutely soul destroying. With hindsight I was almost certainly dyspraxic. If anyone had told off a child for being bad at maths or unable to read or if another pupil had laughed at them, there would have been outrage.
It made my school days most unpleasant and the day I left school, I was resolute that nobody would ever make me.throw, hit or catch a ball ever again.
Paradoxically, it's the alpha, sporty girls who stuck in a rut and stayed local in fairly dead end jobs, recreating the monotony of their provincial childhoods.
My friends and I were known as "the drips", notably by the PE teacher also (who was utterly vile, had a man's hair cut and wore lace-ups and insisted she had to watch us naked in the shower to make sure we washed).
We were hopeless at PE and never got picked. One is now CEO of a hospital Trust having done degree nursing (she should have done medicine), one is a senior financial analyst in the Pensions Industry and I also broke away and developed a good, professional career.
I remain unconvinced that the school system for the under 18s works or values sufficiently the skills that make for successful, adult lives. I couldn't draw, write neatly, do games or sing - I recollect no encouragement at school. I went to grammar school and was unremarkable, neither top nor bottom.
At work, I flew, I am convinced it was because school didn't quite knock the stuffing out of me.