Wednesday, 6 October 2010
The Ryder Cup
There are any number of snobs who rather look down on golf as being an essentially suburban, bourgeois, and therefore a rather boring game. More fool them. This year's Ryder Cup was a cracker. Quite apart from the golf and the heroics and the rain and the team spirit and Wales, there was Jimenez's cigar and Darren Clarke's chain-smoking (I LOVE seeing cigarettes on TV), Mahan's wry smile when he fluffed his chip at 17 (the poor chap broke down later), and the chants of the crowd: "Two Molinaris, there's only two Molinaris", referring to the Molinari brothers; "where's the fairway gone?" to the tune of Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep, when the cloud came down on the course. There was G Mac, and there was Ian Poulter (a star if ever there was one - a strange combination of Churchill and David Brent, with a touch of Graeme Swann thrown in) and there was the Great Spirit of Seve. Top sporting action.