No Angel

I listened to much of the final day of the Ryder Cup on the car radio, but managed to get home in front of the telly for the last 30 minutes or so. A great day for golf and for Europe. It was rather ironic that this sport loved by many conservative anti-Europeans should have them teary-eyed as Ode to Joy was played.

As for me, I’m a tad cross that I haven’t yet been able to find my abiding image of the tournament anywhere on the web.

It was the moment that Miguel Angel Jiménez emerged from the clubhouse to be taken to presentation stage. Unlike his clean-cut comrades, his permed mane was now free of its peak capped ponytail and framed his raddled features.

A Spanish flag draped around his neck, like an over-large, colourful cravat,  and he held a bottle of wine in his right hand and an enormous cigar in his left as he raised his arms to greet the crowd.

Athlete no, warrior yes. And a bit of an old ham.

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  • Yorkshire Pudding 5th October 2010

    It was strange to hear the football-like chanting at the end of the tournament – what with that, the rain and the leaky gear, the Yanks hardly knew what had hit them.

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  • Polly 5th October 2010

    Hearing the crowd shouting “Europe” in same way that the crowd chants “Rooney” at Old Trafford was surreal. My favourite was the lone voice just before Rory McIlroy teed off: “You’ve got Big Mac, we’ve got Little Mac!”

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