Brace yourself for war at the K Club in Dublin (is it just me or does that sound like it should be the name of a night club) - because the Ryder Cup is with us and it’s time for us Brits to pretend we consider ourselves to be European.
Let’s face it, we normally like to claim we have more in common with the SUV drivers on the other side of the Atlantic than with the croissant crunchers on the contintent, but when it comes to golf, nope we’ll be walking around claiming we’re all for Europe, the Euro and migrant workers from Eastern Europe!
For days on end we will have to get used to chants of “You Da Man� and “Get In The Hole� from Yanks who seem to believe their mindless shouting after every shot is a) amusing b) helpful c) original.
There will be joy and laughter, tears and heartbreak and hopefully the odd television shot of Tiger Woods’ wife Elin Nordegren.
Oscar Wilde may have said golf was the best way to ruin a good walk, but I bet he would have changed his tune if he’d bumped into her on the ninth green! Actually, considering his sexual orientation maybe he wouldn’t, but you get my drift!
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