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An Open Like No Other

Here we are at last – the 149th Open Championship, 24 months after the 148th.  I’m sure it won’t disappoint and that it’ll be well worth the wait.

It’s 21 years since I worked at my first Open Championship as a very raw, nervous summariser for Radio 5 Live.  I was shepherded around by the inimitable Tony Adamson and learned so much from this master of nuance, teller of tales and expert at engaging an audience.  He knew when to provide biographical detail about the players, when to develop a thought or idea, when to clinically report solely on the current score and when to give way to flights of utter fancy.  I really didn’t quite appreciate then that I was learning from a golfing black belt.  What I did know was that I loved being with Tony, loved listening to him and recognised him as an empathetic golf fan to the very inner fibre of his being.  I would have paid to be with him.  Instead they paid me.

The broadcasting rose between two thorns. The great Tony Adamson, flanked by Patricia and me, is one of the best dinner companions you could find.

Later, a decade or so later, in fact, I moved exclusively to a television contract and my new mentor wasn’t too bad either:  Peter Alliss, the doyen of TV commentary.  Peter was helpful in every way but never shirked from telling you what he really thought.  The entire production mattered to him, not just his part in it and if you were willing to learn, he was a willing mentor.  He didn’t mind being challenged either – he rather relished it, in fact, and many’s the “spirited discussion” we enjoyed.  My last event with him was the 2019 Solheim Cup at Gleneagles.  I would have paid for that decade-plus of being with him.  Instead they paid me.

Learning the ropes from Peter Alliss. You can just see Andrew Cotter at the top of the picture, another class operator.

I didn’t work at the Open in 2019 – purposely and with great intent.  A member of Portrush for more than 50 years, I wanted to return to being a fan at this particular major.  I wanted to drink in the experience from the proper side of the ropes, experience the Open “in the raw” for the first time in two decades, unfettered by hours and hours of research and the requirement to present a neutral and unbiased front.

And so it was that I walked every step of that final round with Shane Lowry, in amongst the rest of the Irish population, in the cold, in the strong winds and driving rain right up until that final, triumphant surge up the last fairway to the 18th green, encircled by a giant horseshoe of a 7000-seater stand that was bristling with pride and pulsating with energy.  The sounds of the “Fields of Athenry” rang out along with “Shane-O” and “Ole, ole, ole”.  An unforgettable experience.  And this time I wasn’t being paid for it!

Nowhere else I’d rather have been than in the middle of all this on the 72nd hole at Portrush.

And so to Royal St George’s and my first thoughts turn back to 2011 and that famous windswept links on the Kent coast.  I seem to remember that that was the first year that readmittance to the course for spectators was not allowed.  In other words, if you returned to your rental house or hotel room or just nipped into the town for a cup of coffee, you were barred from re-entry that day.  I never did like that particular edict, smacking as it does of the humble fan getting the thin edge of the wedge yet again.

That year it was another triumphant Irishman on a victory march up the 72nd hole.  Darren Clarke had taken his lifetime to harness his mercurial skills, his stubborn temperament and his years of golf and life learning, bringing everything to a climax on that July Sunday afternoon.

I stood at the back of the final green for the closing half hour with Darren’s parents, Godfrey and Hettie, lovely, lovely people.  Hettie had on her “lucky” earrings, emerald shamrocks and nervously chatted on about this and that.  Finally, when Darren’s ball rested on the last green and he had several putts for the win she allowed herself to breathe, bursting out with an emotional, “I’ve waited 20 years for this.”

By contrast, Darren’s Dad stood silently by, tall and still.  I don’t think he’s a man of many words and certainly at that moment when his son become the “Champion Golfer of the Year”,  he had none but emotion and pride oozed from every pore.  Private, private moments when your offspring achieves incredible things and you are in full public view with no hiding place.  It can’t be easy.

I took this picture of Darren on the 2nd tee in the opening round of the 2019 Open. He had been first off the tee, birdied the opening hole and so led the Open. I thought it might be the only time in my lifetime that an Irishman would be leading the Open in Ireland, hence the picture.

This year will be very different for me, and lots of others, as I’ll be watching from my sofa, frankly not too disappointed to avoid pandemic bubbles, rules and regulations and the like.  Of course, that’s easy to say when you harbour a treasure trove of Open experiences and memories but I can’t wait for the possibility of a potential life-changing, unforseen drama unfolding on our screens come the weekend.

Perhaps we’ll have a two-horse race a la Mickelson and Stenson at Troon a few years ago;  perhaps it’ll be a full-throated roar greeting a home winner again; perhaps Royal St George’s will usher in another complete outsider as champion as it did in 2003 when Ben Curtis took the spoils.

Whatever it may be, the Open has a magic about it, unmatched by any other major and is enjoyably riveting from a whole host of different perspectives.

Yes, even from your sofa.

 

July 16, 2021by Maureen
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Sandwich Opens To Savour

What on earth to write about this week?  Just what is going on in the world of golf that’s of the remotest interest to anyone?

Of course, there are loads of people who have no notion whatsoever about golf – they’re into music, football (not the English obviously), theatre, art, history, tennis, politics, antiques, wine, whatever but don’t have a clue that this is Open Championship week, one of the sporting wonders of the world.

I’d regard it as more of a general knowledge thing than a specialist interest thing to know a bit about the Open but perhaps I’m just biased.  Or perhaps it’s just that a lot of the golfing people I know are experts- or at the very least very knowledgeable – in other fields, with wide-ranging areas of expertise.  Mind you, I did once mention James Thurber to another man, a bit of a golfer, who was also from Columbus, Ohio and was met with a blank look.  That was one of my proudest moments, introducing one genius from Ohio to another.

If you haven’t heard of Thurber, please look him up and read some of his stuff.  It’s more than worth the effort.  If you don’t laugh, I won’t give you your money back, I’ll just give you a very wide berth….

Can’t believe it’s not far off 40 years since Sandy won his Open at Sandwich….

The Open is back at Royal St George’s in Kent, on the outer edges of England – as some wag said the easiest way to get there is from France – and it’s led to a lot of reminiscing.  Hard and all as it is for most of us to get there, Royal St G is (like Thurber) well worth the effort.  It’s too hard a course for me but I’ve had some memorable times there – and even the odd par.  The weather looks set fair this week but the Sunday that Darren Clarke won his Open, in 2011, the last time it was there, it was Baltic.  I know I’m not exaggerating because I was there!

There was a huge stand behind the 6th tee (a short hole) and you also had a good view of the 5th green and a large part of the 7th, especially if you’d worked your way to the top of the stand, as I had.  The wind was howling, it was bitterly cold, even wet at times and I was wearing every item of clothing that I possessed, including a long, thankfully waterproof coat.  I was nearly frozen by the time the leaders came through – and had seen some woeful efforts to combat the wind from players blown to blazes by the conditions.

Darren was different.  He was in his element.  It really was his time.  He stood on the 6th tee, selected his club with the minimum of fuss and arrowed his tee shot through the gale (well, it was certainly several notches up from a breeze) in to the heart of the green.  No drama.  I was also there when Dustin Johnson, a serious threat, launched his second shot at the 14th miles out of bounds and gave Darren the breathing space he needed to win the title.

Dimpleton by Dave F Smith:  a very old cartoon in Golf World but it still made me laugh, so here it is….

My plan had been to leave early to miss the traffic and watch the last knockings on the telly but when it became apparent that Darren might just do it, was not going to blow it, I couldn’t leave.  I stayed to see him lay his hands on the oldest jug of all.

In the days, not so distant, when RSG didn’t countenance the idea of women as members (though they could play the course, as near-invisible beings), the Curtis Cup was held there in 1988.  Linda Bayman, one of the near invisibles (hard to imagine, I know, for those of us who know her….), with a home just behind the 4th green, made her Cup debut at the age of 40 (her birthday was that week) and among other things holed some sort of monstrous, beyond outrageous putt at the 18th to win one of her matches.  Or perhaps it was for a half….The details have blurred and the reference books are elsewhere but whatever, it was bloody marvellous!

When you come across old mags (this is Golf World 1985), you start reading, don’t you? And you find things you’d forgotten – or never knew!!

Of course, Sandy Lyle won the Open there in 1985 and I could find the relevant magazines easily because I’d rooted them out for last year.  The championship then went the way of the pandemic and I hadn’t got around to tidying them away, despite lockdowns and that sort of thing.  Suppose Zoom bridge, virtual singing (no truer description of my caterwauling; the prospect of returning to real, live choir is scaring the life out of me) and endless electronic catch-ups with friends here, there and everywhere kept me from tidying up properly.

Who knows what trials and tribulations await over the next few days.  Will the favourites prevail or fail?  Will a rank outsider sneak up on the rail?  There’ll be heartbreak and hard luck stories but even for the men who let the title slip from their grasp, who’ve done something unimaginably daft in the heat of the moment, there will be, all being well, successes and triumphs to come.  But not necessarily a Claret Jug.  Life isn’t always that neat.

Thomas Bjorn, a great Dane, who should have won the Open at Royal St George’s in 2003 but was sunk by sand [pic: probably Getty Images]

Finally, congratulations to Lewine Mair, who has just been elected president of the AGW (Association of Golf Writers), founded in 1938, the first woman to hold the post.  About bloody time!

Lewine, the AGW’s new pres, with Martin Dempster, AGW chairman [Getty Images/R&A, I think]

 

 

 

 

July 16, 2021by Patricia

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