Ole Ole Ole Ole Well I wasn’t expecting that and what a challenging golf course. Watching some of the USA team was like watching your Uncle Fred firing a golf bag full of balls into anything that resembled water, not even your expensive French bottles of water were safe. The blossoming relationship of Tommy and Francesco was like watching Torvill & Dean back in 1984 as they hit every beat in time as there club created sweet sweet music. Rory looked slightly out of sorts but still managed to get things going and Poults oh sweet Poults, he was as fantastic as ever in this format. The Great Dane Bjorn would have been smiling ear to ear but sadly he still hasn't managed to get the top layer of his teeth sorted out, so a muffled grin was all there was. But Mr Furyk, your boys took one hell of a beating. Tiger sadly looked as if he had been declawed and big Phil looked as if his internal GPS had switched to Saturn as none of his tee shots landed on this planet. The only negative about the Ryder Cup was the fashion faux pa that is known as Terracotta or as some know it “Jobby Brown”. Who in the world thinks that its acceptable to put young men out in a colour that is saved for garden pots and leather school satchel bags from Enid Blyton books. Whoever it was should be marched back into TK MAX and left there sorting out oversized trousers and flowery shirts.
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