There hasn’t exactly been a dearth of exciting golf in the lead up to next week’s Ryder Cup.  Last week was the women’s fifth and final major of the year, the Evian Championship, and this week there’s the climax of the PGATOUR season at East Lake golf club in Atlanta.  There, on Sunday, the Tour Championship winner will be crowned as well as the Fed-Ex Cup champion – a bit like crowning the winners of the Premiership title alongside the winners of the FA Cup.  The celebrations can get a little muddied and muddled.  To whom does the moment belong?

No muddy waters in sight at Evian where American Angela Stanford, in her 18th year on Tour, finally won her first major a couple of months shy of her 41st birthday.   As she herself said, she wasn’t really looking like pulling it off on this occasion.  She started the final round five shots behind leader Amy Olson and for much of the day she hung around a couple back.  That all changed on the 15th hole, however, when a brilliant 7-wood second shot set up an eagle three and she was tied for the lead.  And then she struck a chord with most of us watching.  We saw her react to the realisation that this was as close to a major title as she had been in 15 years – and she instantly double-bogeyed, dropping back to the slightly more comfortable position of being two behind.  But this is where we mere mortals cease to be able to identify with her.  She dug oh-so-deep, birdied the 17th and hit two stunning shots into the 18th, the most difficult hole on the course.  How her putt failed to drop is a mystery and she sank to her knees thinking this was a script she knew only too well.  But it wasn’t.  Thirty minutes later she was a major champion with Olson, still leading on the last by one, taking 6, and so missing out on a play-off.  Neither Mo Martin nor Sei Young Kim could birdie the last to match Stanford’s 12 under total.

The floodgates opened for the new champion as the intensity of her focus during competition dropped away and she realised that all those years and years of endeavour had culminated in one of golf’s greatest prizes.  Her backstory is revealing too.  Nine years ago her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and Angela and the family supported her through the worst, thrilled to see her return to full health.  However, earlier this year the bad news came that the cancer had returned and spread to the bones.  Only a couple of weeks ago her Mum was out at a tournament with Angela as she battles through the latest treatment.  Things are tough.

So, in light of all this, I was really, really annoyed with the great god that is television that they didn’t even afford Angela a minute or two to gather herself together before springing a live, winner’s interview on her.  I know that TV had possibly overrun their coverage and needed to get off air – but, come on!  This was thoughtless in the extreme and does anyone really want to see a person heaving with sobs and with an inability to form words or answer questions at that moment?  Two minutes would have been all she needed to get past that first rush of overwhelming can’t speak/can’t breathe moment and, articulate a person as Angela is, she could then have given so much more.  I found it insensitive, unnecessary and a very uncomfortable watch – certainly not the joyous interview that we all wanted.  But what a championship and what a winner!

My own Ryder Cup preparations are well underway – not sure about Patricia’s.  We are having a sisters’ week in Paris intending to take in a bit of shopping and a bit of sightseeing as well, of course, as three days of tramping around Le Golf National, a stone’s throw from Versailles.  We have bought a Ryder Cup travel pass each for 40 euros that for seven days allows us to hop on any bus, tram or train in and around Paris – it even works from as far out as Charles de Gaulle airport.  It is for this reason we are going sans voiture and therefore I needed an in-between-sized wheelie suitcase – bigger than a weekend one but smaller than my US travel luggage.  I found an ideal one in a multitude of colour options, finally plumping for the raspberry one, my thinking being I’d be less likely to leave it behind anywhere if it were brightly coloured.

This Ryder Cup is a work-free zone for us both – pretty blissful from my point of view when I consider that I have attended seven out of the last eight matches and have had some sort of working commitment at all of them.  Don’t get me wrong – I’ve thoroughly enjoyed every one of them.  The prospect of a week in Paris, however, without the stress of driving (and getting lost) round the Peripherique and without any responsibility to any broadcaster is very exciting.  As I see it, I only have three things to accomplish the whole week:-

1  Cheer Europe to victory.

2   Bring my shiny new raspberry case home with me.

3   Don’t lose Patricia.

Can’t be hard, can it?  Answers on a postcard………..

That’s it, then.  All nine majors in golf for 2017 have come and gone and they’ve delivered six first-time winners stepping into that most coveted of circles.  The exceptions are Jordan Spieth, who has now bagged three of the big ones in the space of a little over two years;  So Yeon Ryu, world No 1, who doubled her tally by adding to her 2011 US Women’s Open win; and Anna Nordqvist who has had seven long years to wait between major drinks.

I have to confess I’m delighted and annoyed in equal measure by the final major, concluded last Sunday in driving rain and hailstones, in near darkness, above the beautiful shores of Lake Geneva, not that you could see them anyway.  I’m referring, of course, to The Evian Masters, the brainchild of founder Franck Riboud, whose tireless work and optimism resulted in the championship gaining major status in 2013.  I played in four or five of the early Evians and there was always a buzz about the place with no attention to detail spared.  It simply oozed class even then and it has used that platform to launch itself into becoming one of the world’s premier golf events.  And this despite an “ordinary” course that has now been stretched, tweaked, renovated and wrestled into something approaching a more acceptable major test.

It was, therefore, doubly disappointing that by Thursday afternoon not only had the early morning scoring been declared null and void but any attempt to play a 72-hole major had been well and truly scrapped.  Now, I’m fully aware that we, the public, don’t always hear the real reasons behind certain decisions but the immediate outcry and concern from the golf industry as a whole surely merited more of an explanation to the wider audience?  The reasoning simply cited the forecast of more dreadful weather moving in.  Not good enough, just not good enough.  Where was the collective will and drive to aim for a Monday finish or even a Tuesday one?  It’s happened before – in 1987 Laura Davies won her US Women’s Open on a Tuesday . With women’s golf losing ground in the league table of women’s sports, never mind sport in general, this apparent disregard for tradition and lack of effort to stage a full and meaningful major did the women no favours.

Apparently the decision was the LPGA’s and the LPGA’s alone.  Again, why?  I realise they are the main players in the equation but it was a strange decision given there is no LPGA event this week to hurry home to – and I don’t think too many of them would have been flying with Ryanair so there surely would have been a few planes available for them to book a seat on, albeit a day or two later than originally planned?   As for the LET players, they were only facing a short hop down to Malaga to play at Guadalmina.  Their disappointment at this hastily truncated major on their patch must have been immense.  Perhaps with the expected arrival of more bad weather it would still only have been a 54-hole major even with a late finish, but I simply don’t get this early capitulation – and no one has bothered to give an explanation.  The LET cannot afford to be seen to be dragging their heels on anything at the moment as regards their commitment to sponsors or their willingness to go the extra mile.  Maybe behind the scenes they weren’t but perception is a powerful tool – and it doesn’t look good.

On the plus side, we had a glorious winner – the tall, elegant, supremely focused Anna Nordqvist of Sweden, the player remembered for losing out in a play-off last year at the US Women’s Open because she unknowingly dislodged a couple of grains of sand in a bunker.  Her class showed then in adversity.  It showed again in her epic Solheim Cup singles last month against Lexi Thompson with her stone dead approach to the final green to secure a half point and it has continued to show in her ongoing battle with glandular fever.

A first-rate winner of the final, disappointing, major of the year.