America seems to be is a state of shock that their man Mickelson lost the tournament and Ogilvy is in danger of being known as the winner who was simply bequeathed the championship by both Mickelson and Colin Montgomerie.
Golf World, the finest golf magazine in the world has even put Mickelson on the front cover. I mean seriously, you cannot be serious. I'm willing to bet that it's the first time in history the winner hasn't graced the cover.
In Australia we are celebrating the Victorian's win and for a country of less than twenty million, a major championship is not something that comes along every day. From the fateful day at Augusta in 1996 when we realized our man, Norman was destined never to win an American major; we have been searching and hoping for our next star.
It is, however, a remarkable thing that though golf courses are often in lovely places it frequently so happens that the beauties of the landscape are to be seen from anywhere except the course. Who, for instance, ever heard of a self-respecting sea-side course where one could get a view of the sea! One may hear it perhaps roaring or murmuring, according to its mood, beyond an interminable row of sandhills, but save with the artificial aid of a high tee one never dreams of seeing it. So it is at Portrush, in accordance with the best traditions, and only two or three times in the course of the round does a view of the surrounding beauties threaten our mental concentration on the matter in hand. BERNARD DARWIN