GOLF: Europe’s unplayable lie
THE white tour bag with the word ‘Europe’ emblazoned down its side stood forlornly on the practice putting green, its clubs unswung, its owner nowhere to be seen. Some 100 yards away, at Medinah’s first tee, the focus of attention was firmly on those golfers with a driver in hand as a day that would go down in sporting history was just sparking into life.
For most of the spectators crammed into the surrounding grandstand and filling the large expanse of ground between that putting green and tee box, it was all set up to be a coronation for their guys; a procession through this immaculate country club’s grounds that would see Tiger, Stricks, Bubba and Webb, Phil, Keegan and all the others reclaim the Ryder Cup on home soil for captain Davis Love.
