The final scoreline in the Presidents Cup read USA 17 Internationals 13.

So, another comfortable win for the United States in this notoriously lopsided sporting contest – if it can even be called a contest?  Well, no, not quite.  Brandt Snedeker (above), the American captain, was very relieved to be able to hoist aloft the Presidents Cup at the conclusion of play.

The ole spanner had been well and truly thrown into the works on Friday when the International side had won all five foursomes matches thus assuming a lead they were not destined to relinquish until late in the singles on Sunday afternoon.  So, ultimately it was a BBU – a brave but unavailing effort that promised so much but just fell short at the line.

I had not intended to watch much of the golf at the weekend because, frankly, it didn’t capture my attention but with the Internationals holding a three-point advantage with only the singles remaining I changed my tune.  In so many ways I wish I hadn’t.

The first two singles matches were shared one apiece and America won the third one.  The remaining nine matches all went to the 17th or 18th greens but the Internationals managed only one victory and one halved match.  It was close…..but it wasn’t, if you know what I mean.

It’s never a good watch when there’s so much unedifying behaviour and lack of sportsmanship on display from the  galleries.  What is worse, however, and more worrying, is the seeming acceptance from the powers-that-be that this is ok.  I certainly didn’t see or hear of any attempts to eject any of the perpetrators who were hell-bent on gaining the home side any advantage they could.

The most blatant example was when one “fan” shouted out during Nico Echavarria’s backswing putting him off entirely in his match against Scottie Scheffler.  Scottie stepped forward to remonstrate and ultimately conceded a thirty-footer to his opponent on the green, which resulted in a half at the hole.  Later Nico said this wasn’t the only occasion on which the shouting out had occurred mid-swing.

It was commonplace for loud applause and cheering to break out the minute an International approach shot found a greenside bunker or a tee shot was trouble-bound.  Whatever happened to just being silent?  I remember those days well and I also remember there being a respectful pause before partisan galleries would then cheer their own players loudly in an attempt to spur them on to victory.  Boy, I’d love to get back to that.

I spent many years and many majors, the majority of them in the States, tramping along inside the ropes and in very close proximity indeed to the galleries.  The Ryder Cups, of course, are emotionally turbo-charged and that is where I remember the first serious flashpoint occurring.  I was out covering the top singles at Hazeltine in 2016 with Patrick Reed and Rory McIlroy embroiled in an epic battle, each playing scintillating golf over the first seven holes.  When we were on the walkway from the 7th green to the 8th tee a spectator shouted abuse right into Rory’s face and McIlroy halted mid-stride, eyeballed the fan, pointed him out to the security people and promptly had him evicted.  This was unprecedented in golf at the time.

Look where we are a decade later.

There seemed to be no effort to curb or eject disruptive jeering spectators at Medinah and, yet again, it was brought home to me how turgidly and appallingly slow golf’s main shakers and movers are to do anything to stem the seemingly inevitable exodus of anything approaching good manners and proper behaviour in our sport.

I shouldn’t really be surprised, though.  Golf is an industry with zero history of acting upon anything in a timely fashion, never mind being ahead of the curve.  There’s little evidence of anticipatory skills amongst the game’s guardians.

In the matter of technology, for example, we have known for decades that the clubs are cutting edge and to some extent skill-negating while the ball travels much too far.  Roll back is essential to keep some of our older, great courses meaningful in the modern era and to keep rounds from becoming even more of a snooze-fest as players are required to traverse an increasing number of stadium-like courses with vast distances between green and tee.  There is increasing evidence, too, that the imminent proposed roll-back is unlikely to achieve its desired effect – so……..back to the drawing board?

The perennial problem of slow play has never been seriously tackled either and there seems little real willingness to take the players on and do so – not helpful if your mission is to increase the numbers introduced to and captivated by this great game.  And of course we have the growing problem of crowd behaviour and the very real prospect of it influencing the outcome of some of our greatest events.

What bugs me, though, is we’ve known about all of these issues for years and years.  Take the Ryder Cup, for example.  Why is alcohol on sale from 7.30 in the morning?  Why are perpetrators of foul and abusive behaviour not immediately ejected and served with a life ban?  Why are are all our actions reactive and not proactive?  We’ve been able to see what’s coming down the track for a long, long time yet nothing has been done.  It leads me to believe that any action that may affect the bottom line is unlikely to be forthcoming.

Last weekend a player’s shot was entirely influenced by a supporter of the opposing side.  We saw that in spades last year at Bethpage Black in the Ryder Cup.  This time Scheffler conceded a long putt to his opponent to redress the balance and he has been lauded as a great sportsman.  Well, I would expect any decent human being to do as Scottie did.  What is WRONG with people that they hold up his action as being so commendable?  It used to be normal, it used to be expected.

Is this behaviour cultural, I wonder, or is it generational?  Probably a bit of both.  One thing it is not is acceptable – and neither is this sustained lack of action acceptable.  It sends the message that everything’s ok and this is just a bit of high-spirited banter from committed fans.  I know where I’d commit them.

And so, yes, I did regret watching the singles last weekend.  Rather than get caught up in the wonderful American fightback and resilience shown by the boys in red, white and blue, I felt sick at the seemingly inevitable degradation of manners, sportsmanship and just all-round decency in a game that for so long used to be the standard bearer for fairness and courtesy.

It’s imperative those in charge make a concerted attempt to stuff this particular genie back in the bottle.

Last Friday, in St Andrews, a little bit of golf history was made – well, quite a big bit really, for some of us.  Claire Dowling, née Hourihane, drove herself in as the latest captain of the Royal and Ancient Golf Club of St Andrews, an august body that took a couple of centuries – and more – to admit women to its ranks at all.

Claire, a Dubliner who has lived in England for years and has close ties with Woodbrook, Copt Heath and now East Devon, negotiated the most nerve-racking drive of her distinguished career with aplomb.  “I was just hoping to get the ball airborne,” she said after coping without a practice swing – not allowed on this occasion, presumably to accommodate the ancient club cannon (not canon, though there are probably a few of those in the ranks) that is fired to coincide with club hitting ball.

The incoming captain, with the look of a person being led to the gallows even though they know that the worst that can happen is embarrassment, is led from the clubhouse by the outgoing captain, looking cheerful and chirpy sans club and followed by the honorary professional, who will be teeing up the ball and offering an encouraging word.  Historic occasion or not it’s all done with the minimum of fuss and if the new captain is wise, they’ll be concentrating on their breathing, negotiating the well-wishers and the steps down to the 1st tee and won’t be paying any attention to where exactly the caddies are hovering down the fairway.

Ah, the caddies.  They’re there to retrieve the ball and it’s a competitive business because the person who returns it to the captain receives a gold sovereign in exchange.  The ball is then cast in silver and displayed on the Silver Club.  No doing things by halves in this neck of the links.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The new captain is in for a busy, peripatetic year as the randa.org website outlines:  “Claire will be an ambassador for the Club and The R&A, engaging with Members at events around the world and championing the sport as The R&A brings its new Opening Golf to the World strategy to life.  Throughout her year in office Claire represent the Club at many of The R&A’s professional and amateur championships and international matches, meeting those who contribute to golf at every level.”

Quoting further from the website:  “The R&A’s purpose is to open golf to the world.  As custodians of the game, our aim is to unite golf and golfers through common rules and governance, inspire through the staging of world class championships including The Open and AIG Women’s Open and lead through working to shape the future of golf with our partners.

“As participation numbers continue to rise, we want even more people playing and engaging with golf in all its forms across the globe.  Golf is in our DNA and we firmly believe the sport has a transformational impact on individuals and communities.

“In the next five years we will work with our partners to attract 22 million additional golfers, generate more than £1.5 billion in economic benefit through our championships, create more than £25 billion in social value, establish more than 200 strategic partnerships and generate more than 5 billion fan interactions.”

There’s more but that’s plenty to be going on with.  It’s an ambitious programme and it’s the Open that generates the bulk of the money but just how many spectators will St Andrews, next year’s venue, traditionally top of every golfer’s bucket list, be able to cope with?

There’s no denying it’s a magical place but the Old Course is, if truth be told, a horrible watching course and the double greens make for some tediously long rounds, even if the weather is kind.  Admittedly, I’m not one of life’s organisers and some of the world’s best are in charge of it all but it sounds like a logistical nightmare to me.  Good luck everybody.

And, if you’re hoping to see anything, don’t forget your periscope and binoculars.

Or nip along to the Alfred Dunhill Links Championship this weekend for a pre-Open recce without the hordes.