When you’re in the rough, you have to believe, like golfer Lowry

Aren’t the real heroes the ones who transcend difficulty, who rise above the ordinary, asks Fergus Finlay

I’M a golfer. I love that when I’m playing golf, I can leave my troubles at the gate and pick them up again a few hours later. I love that even the worst of us get to do something great every once in a while. Latterly, I love that I have an 11-year-old grandson who’s better than me (and, if I’m lucky, more golfing grandchildren will come along behind him).