I’m writing the blog – or at least starting it – a few hours earlier than usual, sitting in the press/media centre at Gleneagles, where we’re all getting ready for the Solheim Cup to start just after 0800 on Friday morning.  In such a serious place, surrounded by people pounding away on their laptops (there are still some old schoolers who grew up with typewriters and haven’t quite adjusted to today’s more sensitive keyboards), composing, filming, recording, phoning, interviewing, scurrying to meet deadlines, I feel I should be doing likewise.  Instead, resisting temptation womanfully, it’ll be the same old guff, only perhaps with better pictures….

T Rex is having his shoelaces tied, honest.

I love the Solheim Cup and it’s great to see how it’s grown to become a proper, competitive, must-not-miss event with people saving up to travel to it every two years, to cheer on their favourites, deck themselves out in the most outrageous outfits and enjoy the banter with the opposition.  Some commentators, slaves to the world rankings, which are currently dominated by the Rest of the World rather than Americans and Europeans, have written the Solheim off as mired in mediocrity (I paraphrase but only slightly) and described the Europeans as “simply pitiful”.  Hmm.

That makes me think of the second Solheim at Dalmahoy – this is the 16th, which means that that unforgettable braveheart bouleversement when the Europeans hammered an American team laden with titles and major championships, was 27 years ago.  Unbelievable.  Anyway, Beth Daniel, one of the US stars, was quoted as saying that you could put any one of the Americans on the European team and make it better but only Laura Davies or Liselotte Neumann could conceivably improve the American side.  Talk about lighting the blue touch paper.  No more motivation needed.  Hell hath no fury like an underdog scorned.  Beth still denies she said any such thing but she was absolutely right, if lacking in diplomacy; several of the Europeans went on to great things but at that time they were raw in the extreme compared with their opponents.

Dalmahoy is right up there as one of the great sporting upsets and you don’t need the world’s best players to have one of the world’s best contests.  I’m expecting great things from both sides this week and a ding-dong battle that will shred the nerves of everyone bar the odd stray neutral – who’ll have to pick a side to savour the atmosphere and occasion to the full.

 

The two captains, whom no one could describe as mediocre in any way, were relaxed and at ease as they gave the media their pairings in advance of the official announcement at the opening ceremony – on pain of expulsion were we to break the embargo – and both had a little fun at Suzann Pettersen’s expense.  The feisty Norwegian, who has barely played any competitive golf since the birth of her son a year and a bit ago, was an interesting captain’s pick and is not playing in the opening session.

She was apparently sounding croaky in her press conference earlier in the day and Matthew was asked if she had any concerns.  She said no, on the contrary:  “Suzann said she’s actually feeling pretty good, obviously just a little bit hoarse.  She’s actually feeling good.  Her caddie is probably quite pleased at that; she’s not speaking so loudly.”

The Norwegian is notoriously vocal and, in the past, pre-motherhood, volatile and Inkster was quick to interject with her own quip:  “It’s good for our side, too,” she said.

Inkster has paired the Korda sisters together despite initial misgivings.  “I wasn’t too keen on it,” she said.  “They really are two different personalities, even though they have the same game.  They actually asked me to play together  and the more I thought about it…..it would be stupid not to play them.  They’re a strong team together and they wanted to play together…..it’s not often you get two sisters on one team and they should have the right to play together.”

For the record, the PING Junior Solheim Cup, which was played on the King’s Course, ended, as it usually does, with victory for the USA.  It was close in the end – 13-11 – but the Europeans couldn’t quite make up for a big deficit in the fourballs.

It’s not like me to run out of words – and I haven’t really – but I’m going to leave you with some more pictures, to give you a flavour of what’s going on here in Perthshire, Scotland.  I travelled to Gleneagles by train from Edinburgh a couple of times and it really tickled me to see that ScotRail were pulling out all the Solheim stops at Waverley station.  I didn’t notice the branding on the platform gates at first because I was rushing and starting to panic that I’d missed platform 13 – tucked away a bit around a corner.

An event in Scotland would not be complete without the pipers and these guys – and girls – were getting ready for action.  The golfers aren’t the only players who have to be at their best on this big occasion.

Tuning up.  Honestly, even bagpipes…..

You never know who you’ll bump into at the Solheim and sometimes you just have to take advantage of your good luck.  Many years ago, Mo, still a very raw amateur, played with Nancy Lopez, a superstar if ever there was one, at Sunningdale, so we hijacked Nancy, one of the US assistant captains and universal icon, for this special pic.  I even managed to get their heads in; wonders will never cease.

Finally, no blog of mine would be complete without a mention of Whittington Heath GC (although I really should say first how shocked and aghast I was to hear that Rory McIlroy, a hero in these parts, had been chosen as the PGA Tour’s Player of the Year ahead of Brooks Koepka; anyone know how that happened?  Even Rory was stunned.)

Anyway, back to WHGC.  No diggers or steel structures this week, just the intrepid crew up here to cheer Europe to victory (we hope).

 

Two weeks today the 1st tee at the glorious Gleneagles will be surrounded by thousands of chanting, singing, good-natured and humorous golf fans, ready to take on and be part of the rollercoaster that is the Solheim Cup.  This will be the 16th meeting of the best female golfers from the continents of Europe and the USA, with the latter having won ten of those matches and the Europeans half that number.

Those of us who support the blue and yellow contingent have become accustomed to examining the team sheets and inwardly shuddering, telling ourselves bravely that golf isn’t played on paper, but on grass.  It’s been one way of dealing with the significant talent on display for the United States and, you know what, it’s true!  Golf is not played on paper!  It’s been a thrill and a privilege to witness a number of the European wins when undoubted underdogs and the scintillating golf produced by both teams under the severest pressure is sport at its very best.

As I write, the only place the 2019 teams are to be found IS on paper, finalised in the last few days.  And so, the studying has begun and this time it looks different, very, very different.

Let’s take the Americans first.  They’ve appointed Juli Inkster, a wily campaigner if ever there was one, as captain for the third consecutive match.  She is undefeated so the US is bidding for a hatrick of wins.  Juli was presented with ten of her twelve team members who qualified automatically, eight from a two-year rolling Solheim Cup points list, and two from the world rankings list.  Two captain’s picks were in her gift.

I wonder what she was thinking as she studied those ten names?  Here they are:-  Marina Alex; Brittany Altomare; Danielle Kang; Megan Khang; Jessica Korda; Nelly Korda; Annie Park; Lizette Salas; Lexi Thompson and Angel Yin.  Hardly household names over here and nothing to strike fear into opponents’ hearts when you consider the US teams of the past.

Inkster has inherited five rookies.  (Cautionary note to self:  Europe had six rookies when they won for the one and only time on American soil in Colorado in 2013.)  She has only two major winners in this line-up, Thompson and Kang with one apiece.  Her five non-rookies muster nine Solheim Cup teams between them, but three of them have only one appearance apiece and those were all in the US.  So, only two of the ten have played a Solheim Cup in Europe.  Amazingly, it gets worse (or better, depending on your point of view).  Three of these ten have not yet won a golf tournament on any main tour.

I remember as if it were yesterday how dismissive the Americans were of the make-up of the European team at Dalmahoy in 1992.  Who was Catrin Nilsmark?  They’d never heard of her and at that time she hadn’t even won a tournament!  (Next cautionary note to self:  this non-tournament winner was equal to the pressurised task of holing the winning putt.)

So, changed times.  This is not the usual heavyweight American side dripping with majors and with tournament victories being commonplace.  That is undoubtedly due to the dominance of the Asian players on the LPGA.  This side is light on experience – of Solheim Cups and yes, even of winning.  This is not the roster we have become accustomed to facing.  Paula Creamer, Michelle Wie, Brittany Lincicome, Brittany Lang and the dreaded Cristie Kerr are all missing for one reason or another, so Juli had no option with her two picks but to reach into the pool of experience and pluck out Stacy Lewis and Morgan Pressel.

Lewis is a veteran of four matches and Pressel five, so, phew, right there that doubles up the number of Solheim Cup appearances the 2019 team can boast.  And the pair have played five times in Europe in what can often be a hostile away environment.  Pressel has one major to her name and Lewis has two so that more than doubles the team’s total, bringing it up to five – still two short of Juli Inkster’s own personal tally.

From the captain’s point of view one of the most worrying aspects of her picks was that she didn’t feel she could pick players in form – that would have given her yet more rookies and she needed to balance out her team as best she could.  In 2019 Pressel has played in nineteen events, missing the cut eight times, including six out of her last eight tournaments.  The bright spark was a fourth place finish in the AIG Women’s British Open – that must have been like water to a woman in the desert for Inkster, never mind Pressel.

Lewis, meanwhile is juggling being a new Mum but has played a full schedule this year after taking the second half of 2018 off.  She has played seventeen times, missing the cut on seven occasions, including in three out of her last four events.  But, remember, she is a former world No 1.  However, safe to say Inkster’s picks are not exactly in form – at the time of writing……

And so to Europe, led in Scotland by Catriona Matthew, that country’s most successful female golfer.  A major winner herself, veteran campaigner of nine Solheim Cups, Matthew is quiet, humble, ultra competitive – and astute.  She asked Laura Davies to be one of her assistant captains, an instant asset to the backroom team, alongside Kathryn Imrie and Mel Reid.  Laura has played in twelve Cup matches and is the event’s leading points scorer.  She has been the lynchpin of the Ladies’ European Tour for 30 years and to have that expertise and knowledge on hand for her team could well be a masterstroke.

Europe has three rookies on the team this year:  France’s Celine Boutier, England’s Bronte Law and Anne van Dam from the Netherlands.  Boutier and Law have both won on the LPGA this year and Anne van Dam has four wins under her belt, three in the last thirteen months.  All proven winners.

The other nine players to tee it up have played a whopping 31 Solheim Cups between them and have three major winners in their ranks, Georgia Hall with one and Anna Nordqvist and Suzann Pettersen with two apiece.

England is well represented with two other players joining Law and Hall, who has been showing some good form of late.  Charley Hull, amazingly, is teeing it up in her fourth Cup match at the tender age of 23.  She has already won Stateside and has also recorded a victory in the United Arab Emirates earlier in the year;  Jodi Ewart Shadoff, one of Catriona’s four picks, will surely relish her third appearance in the blue and yellow of Europe, particularly as this will be her first home match.  The only player on the side yet to win, Ewart Shadow has recorded four top tens this year despite being hampered by a niggling back injury.  She had a small procedure a couple of weeks ago and is now pain free.  That may be a slight injury concern for the Europeans but Catriona has that covered by inviting Reid to be one of the vice-captains.   She will have her game ready to go, if needed.

It would be hard to envisage a European team without a significant Spanish input and the female equivalent of Seve is surely Carlota Ciganda.  A multiple winner on the LPGA, undefeated in Solheim Cup singles, she has that intensity that can inspire her teammates to great heights.  The quieter but no less intense Azahara Munoz is playing in her fourth match after narrowly missing out last time around.  Another European winner in America, Munoz has enjoyed an incredibly consistent season in the US with nine top ten finishes, two of those being in majors.

What team would not fight and claw to have Sweden’s Anna Nordqvist playing for them?  Who will forget the top singles match she played last time out against Lexi Thompson?  Four up at one point on the American, Nordqvist was hit with a barrage of birdies and better that saw Lexi eight under for a stretch of seven holes and 1 up playing the last.  Anna’s response?  A flawless 8-iron for a gimme to halve the match.  Class in every way.

Fellow Swede Caroline Hedwall will be playing in her fourth Solheim Cup and this is the first time that she has played her way into one of the automatic spots.  With nine professional wins to her name she also has the distinction of being the only player to score five points out of five in a Solheim Cup match.  I was there in Colorado to see it.

Another gearing up for her fourth encounter with the Americans is Caroline Masson of Germany and she, too, carries the confidence from winning on the LPGA.  Experience has brought a calmness and maturity to her game and a recent top ten in Canada will reinforce her self-belief.

Perhaps one of Matthew’s most surprising moves was the naming of Norway’s Pettersen to the side despite only having played one individual 72-hole tournament in almost eighteen months because of the birth of her son last year.  By the time Gleneagles rolls around she will have added two more tournaments to that tally and as she approaches her ninth match she promises that the fire in her belly is back.

This is the first European side I can remember that has every member playing predominantly in the US.  They have all left their home countries to ply their trade; they are all battle hardened; and eleven of them have won on the toughest tour in the world.  They have home support, they have a mix of exciting new talent and experience – and Europe have never lost a Solheim Cup in Scotland, winning in both 1998 at Dalmahoy and Loch Lomond in 2000.

It all looks very, very promising on paper with two weeks to go.  But, remember, as we know only too well, this match isn’t played on paper.  It’s played on grass.

Well, only six days to go until the 148th Open kicks off at Royal Portrush Golf Club heralding the end of a 68-year wait for the return of the Championship.  The excitement is building across the world and everyone’s preparing in their own way.

A week or so ago Tiger Woods began getting into the zone, the time zone, that is, by setting his alarm clock in Florida for 1 a.m.   Why is he doing this?  “It is now 6 a.m. at Royal Portrush,” he said.  “I will be playing the Open Championship there.  And in order to be prepared for the time change, I am getting up.”  Meticulous or what?

I suggest you, too, get up early to watch arguably the greatest player ever to take on Portrush.  He’ll undoubtedly opt for those preferred, quiet, early practice rounds of his and that may be the best time to catch him.  The tussle for a good view of him on Thursday and Friday will be immense and I’m not overly confident he’ll be around at the weekend.

I know he won the Masters in April and I know many feel he is back at the top of the game but, remember, this is a man who has played only three tournaments since that magical Sunday in April.  With a missed cut at the PGA Championship that is a paltry total of ten competitive rounds.  Hard for anyone to be competitive when that lightly raced.  So, don’t think you’ll definitely be able to catch him on the weekend – and don’t say I didn’t warn you!  (Of course, Tiger exists to confound, astound and do the impossible.)

My own Open preparations are gathering pace as hubby, sis and I ready ourselves for a Tuesday arrival back in the wee North.  Brian and I are ferrying over, Patricia flying a few days ahead of us.  Having said that, Patricia has done her usual trick of secreting her passport away so securely she can’t find it.  Ditto her driving licence.  We’ve been through this before and waiting for the triumphant text declaring all is well and said documentation has been located is akin to waiting for the white smoke to go up from the Vatican.

The other inconvenience is that Patricia’s phone is grumbling with the effort of sending any text, triumphant or otherwise, since she dropped it down the loo ten days ago.  And to think this woman once held down a responsible job….!  However, she remains relatively unfazed as she operates on her favourite life principle that it’ll all turn out all right in the end.

This will be a very, very different Open for me.  I decided after Carnoustie last year that I definitely wasn’t going to do the BBC TV highlights this year – too many hours locked away in a tiny studio having to concentrate and too little time to see my friends.

No, I’ve been a member of Portrush for more than 50 years and I’ve far too much socialising to do and this will be a fun, grand, celebratory spectacle that I intend to enjoy to the full without the responsibilities of having to be across every nuance and every storyline over the week.  So far I’ve stuck to my guns and have surpassed double digits in terms of the number of gigs I have turned down.

My husband says I won’t know how to watch an Open from outside the ropes (I’ve done 21 inside the ropes) but he forgets that I was a seasoned golf watcher long before I started working in the media and Patricia and I were at the last Ryder Cup as paying customers.  My periscope – the most essential piece of kit of all – and binoculars are laid out and ready.  So are my waterproofs, thermals (it IS Ireland, remember) and  sunscreen.  The car will be full to bursting with a few essentials for our hostess and fellow guests and if Patricia doesn’t find her passport we’ll be able to squeeze in an extra case or three of wine.  Every cloud………!

One group of people who are pivotal to the success of the Open and who will have a much more arduous week than me are the talented and tireless greenkeeping staff at the club, headed by Graeme Beatt, the course manager.  I have been following Graeme’s blog over the last three years as he has been keeping the membership informed and up to date with all the course work and preparations required to host the largest and most prestigious golf tournament in the world.

The course staff of around a couple of dozen has expanded to nearly three times that size with volunteer greenstaff from other clubs being drafted in to help during the last ten days or so.  Never mind the relentless demands of the past few years since Portrush was awarded the Open, the routine during the actual Championship week for the team is a challenge.

“We will start at 4 a.m. and work until set-up is complete,” Graeme said, “before returning for evening set-up at around 5 p.m.  The volume of work is really dictated by the weather and possible rainfall.”

By all accounts the course is looking absolutely superb and all I ask is for a few frisky breezes to allow the greatest players in the world the opportunity to showcase their skills on a piece of turf I am so very, very proud to call home.

We’re in for a great week.

Golf has taken me to many wonderful places and spending a week at Pebble Beach is always going to be hard to beat.  Spectacular, jaw-dropping scenery and the opportunity to commentate from inside the ropes on every single round of Brooks Koepka, world No 1, as he attempted to become only the second person to win three consecutive US Open Championships, was a privileged and unforgettable experience.  It’s not too difficult to roll out of bed in the morning when that is what constitutes your working day.

Those of you who are members of courses that have hosted, or are about to host, a major will have some appreciation of the staggering amount of infrastructure and resource required to stage such huge events.  The overall broadcasting and media set-up alone requires the building of a mini, temporary city which becomes home to us for a week. This inaccessible, secret world, however, is unseen by the thousands of golf fans actually present at the tournament and by the millions of global television and radio listeners and watchers.  I am still somewhat surprised at finding myself part of it all.  Even after 22 years of involvement in broadcasting I sometimes feel it’s a little dream-like and I’ll wake up one day and discover I’m an accountant like Dad or my husband!  Perish the thought!

At each event we have a nerve centre from which the whole broadcast is managed.  Sometimes it’s secreted away in a portacabin in the TV compound, sometimes it’s a broadcast booth constructed out on the golf course, usually somewhere within sight of the 18th green.

Thankfully, that is not where I am closeted for the duration of the tournament.  This is the domain of the producer, the host and the analyst.  No, on arrival in the morning I beat a path from the media centre to the driving range and short game area, the office of the players for the first part of their day.  Here it is possible to witness all manner of weird and wonderful things.  All sorts of gizmos, gadgets, sticks, measuring devices and computers are pulled from the mysterious depths of huge golf bags, rather as a magician will pull a rabbit from a hat.  This signals the start of the pre-round warm up, which varies considerably from player to player.  Some are very mechanical, precise and measured in every action they take; others freewheel a little more – but they all have the same aim:  to prepare the body and mind for the best golfing performance possible for the player on that particular day.  It is a tense, watchful place.

After watching the players in my assigned group and formulating a few opinions on how they are swinging and moving it is time for me to move to the course and hope that my own preparations may lead to some insightful and entertaining commentary.  This year I was assigned the Koepka group each of the four days – the first time ever, I believe, that I have shadowed one player for the entire week of a major.  So, I suppose I’m a bit like a legalised stalker with the added bonus after each round of getting to interview Brooks and, within reason, ask him whatever I like.

On these weeks I certainly don’t have any problem keeping up my number of steps on the ole fitness tracker but at the day’s end the media centre is always a welcome sight.  I feel a little like a ship safely making it back to harbour.  Well, what a treat was in store on one of the days that I made it safely back to base!  The USGA (United States Golf Association) had set up a display of some of the most priceless items in their museum, all relating to the history of their 119-year old national championship.  The oldest item was a club made and used by Horace Rawlins during the inaugural US Open, which he won, in 1895.  Rawlins, an assistant professional at Newport (Rhode Island) Golf Club, remains the only US Open Champion to win on a course where he was employed as a professional.  For me, however, the most eye-catching item was the 1-iron that Ben Hogan used on the 72nd hole at Merion in the 1950 edition of this championship.  It’s the club featured in the iconic picture of Hogan playing into the final green and is familiar even to today’s players because it was used for years in the promotion of Hogan golf clubs.

Tucked away in another corner of the media centre were two large massage chairs – not the ones you sit astride while someone gets to work on massaging your back.  No, these were two huge armchairs with all-enveloping folds for each of your four limbs and every part of it whirred and vibrated, the whole performance being operated by a hand-held device like a TV channel changer.  “Just the ticket,” I thought at the end of one particularly gruelling day.  Positive this would revive me I climbed onto the chair and set the massage button to medium.  What a mistake!  It was like being eaten by a giant, aggressive amoeba and three minutes was all I lasted before finding the relevant “abort” button on the remote.  What a relief it was to be spat out of that chair!

I didn’t sit in it again.

And so, with glorious Pebble Beach now behind us, the major season is rattling on apace and we are already three quarters of the way through the 2019 edition.  All that remains is the Open Championship to be held at the incomparable Royal Portrush.  That will be another week to savour, in so many ways.  Can’t wait.