Quintin Jardine's blog

I am sleep deprived, thanks to Rory. I had meant only to check on his progress when I switched on the computer, but wound up staying to the bitter end. The power shift in world golf has never been better defined than by the sight if Robert Garrigus, fist-pumping as if he was Tiger Woods, after finishing tied as leading American, even though he was ten shots behind the winner. There’s a wonderful little piece of video showing on BBC at the moment, featuring a nine-year-old Rors, hitting ball after ball. The remarkable thing to any golfer, apart from his precocity, is that his swing has barely changed since then.

He may never win another golf tournament, but even if he doesn’t, his agent could name his own price for the movie rights to his life story. You couldn’t make that up. I don’t know whether I was more pleased for him or for his Dad when it was all over.