I PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE FORGIVEN my daughter by now for making me miss one of the closest Ryder Cups. It was 13 years ago and she wasn’t born when I turned down the offer to cover it because my first child was due and it would have been tricky if my wife had gone into labour while I was 180 miles away on a tee near Newport.
So I missed out on being at Celtic Manor for a contest that went down to the 17th hole of the final singles match. Naturally, she arrived two weeks
