At nineteen, Luke Littler has achieved what most athletes spend lifetimes pursuing — world rankings, wealth, and a dominance so complete it has made him a target. In Amsterdam this past weekend, crowds booed him not for any wrongdoing, but for the oldest of human grievances: winning too much, too soon. The sport that elevated him now risks driving him away, confronting darts with a paradox as old as excellence itself — that greatness, left unchecked by rivalry, can curdle into resentment.