Going in to the final day on six points to America's ten seem insurmountable. The US players had been in awesome form during the first two days. So on Sunday morning Europe was in turmoil. Some how José Maria Olazábal rallied his troops. He made the brave decision to put out his in form players first to try to turn the scoreboard blue. And this tactic worked. Eight of the twelve singles matches went to the away side.
There were so many stand out performances, Rose's 35 metre putt (every article I read has a different measurement); McIlroy's policeman driver, Martin Kaymers winning putt; but the most iconic and momentous image has to be that of Ian Poulter's exhilarating fist pump of the air after five straight birdies on Saturday. All weekend Poulter was inspirational, Seve-esk, a future Captain maybe.
But let's give credit where credit is due, the Americans put on a fabulous show. The course was set up beautifully, the US players were gracious in defeat and they thoroughly deserve respect for their meritorious service.
I didn't care for Tiger's time-wasting tactics during the weekend. No one can hit the ball into the crowds that many times and not mean it. I'm surprised he didn't attempt to take the ball to the corner while defending America's lead.
In two years time golf returns to its home for some long overdue deep fried salad. Two years after that golf makes first appearance in the Olympics. I for one am looking forward to that. I am hoping the golf will be in the matchplay format because the performances we witnessed last weekend was intoxicating. If the Europeans can be worked up for their continent can you imagine what it would be like for some nation on nation action.
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