I was 6 down at the turn, it was pouring rain and I was playing tripe. I wanted to go in.
“You’re not going in,” Dad said. “You challenged me to a match and we’ll play to the finish. You can’t just keep going when it suits you.”
I was 10 years old and Dad had promised me a brand new set of clubs the moment I beat him playing level. He was playing off 7 handicap and I was so keen to win those clubs I badgered him to play a match at every conceivable opportunity. It took me till I was 13 to get the better of him, winning at the 20th hole of our home club of Portstewart. My reward was a set of Jean Donalds, bought from the club pro, Johnnie Hunter, a myriad of lessons learned and a lifelong love of golf.