Sunday 20th July 2008 | A sentimental tenner on Greg Norman on the final morning of the Open was caught in the Birkdale wind and disappeared in the thick rough, somewhere alongside Greg’s pearl white Titelist Pro-V. I was on for £33 + stake. I went to bed for nights just as Greg was rummaging in his bag to see if he had any spare balls, pulling out a can of Fosters, a scorecard from 1986. You could tell it was going to be one of those days.
