Peter Stubbs was running in circles, pumping the sky with both fists, having a moment to himself behind the scoreboard near the 18th green at Royal Melbourne Golf Club.
He was trying not to let loose the bullroar that threatened to shoot from his lungs out his larynx. His 21-year-old son, Jasper, had just rolled in a big-bending, 25-foot, downhill putt and looked booked for a berth in next year’s Masters and Open Championship.
But it wasn’t over yet.
The brilliant Chinese phenom,
