It is nearly 40 years since I first laid eyes on the beautifully prepared fairways and greens at Monash Country Club, which sits high on a hill overlooking Sydney’s sprawling northern beaches.
It was the final round of the 1984 Australian PGA Championship and Greg Norman was already well ahead of his nearest pursuer. I joined the throng that only had eyes for the Shark as he clinically closed in on the Joe Kirkwood Trophy with five birdies in a three under 69. He ended up winning by eight shots from Rodger Davis and hoisted the cup, before then baby daughter, Morgan Leigh, got to sit in the newly acquired silverware.
It was a great performance from Norman, matched only, in my eyes, by the quality of the course.
As a wide-eyed 16-year-old kid golfer from the ‘burbs I had never seen playing surfaces
