I love an underdog. In fact, I love everything about an underdog. From the wonderful journey of how they got here to how happy they are to just be in the room/arena/stadium with their highly-favored competition.
In the United States, all you have to do to get a snazzy piece of paper saying "Master Chef" is to pay the ACF $4,000 and sit through a few tests which are below the rigors of an apprentice in Europe. Or you can participate in Gordon Ramsay's idiotic show.