I don't know about you but I bloody love summer. Okay it's not quite like my younger days when you could savour that moment the final school bell of the year went and you rushed out of the hellish building as quickly as was humanly possible- on a side note the hellish building I attended no longer exists- and the weather might not always be the greatest but there's a certain feeling in the air when it's the summer, everyone's more relaxed and smiles more.
One man who's smile will certainly be beaming across his face from now until the end of the summer, and no doubt longer, is Darren Clarke. The Northern Irishman became the first British winner of The Open since 1999- yes I am talking about Golf, look at the title of the post!
As Clarke finished his final round with a bogey on the 18th there could not have been a sports fan who didn't smile, sigh and nearly cry all at once (I did and I was sat on a train from Leicester with limited signal on my radio). This wasn't just because of the relief of a Brit finally winning the only golfing major not in America for the first time in 12 years but also because DC has gone through what no man should and we have all shared into his emotion and lived his pain with him. In 2006 Darren lost his wife Heather after her long fight with breast cancer, it left Darren and his two sons without a wife and mother, without a rock to support him. You could never blame a man for crumbling in those circumstances, in wanting to hide away from the world for a while and yet Clarke was not that kind of man. Instead he made himself available for the Ryder Cup just six weeks after his wife's death and got picked as a wild card. He didn't just make up the numbers though, oh no, the former World Golf Championship winner went and won 3 points from his 3 appearances and helped Europe beat U.S.A whilst adding to his already impressive following.
On top of all this the man known as 'The Prince' won the title at the age of 42, a quite remarkable feat- especially when the likes of Colin Montgomerie have started righting world number 2, Lee Westwood, out of winning a major due to his age and the amount of previous chances he's already had. Clarke has made himself the people's sporting champion of this quite remarkable summer by being so likeable, by having such a fantastic story and by asking the R & A if he could drink Guinness out of the infamous Claret Jug.
And what of the contenders to his people's champion crown? Well after an enjoyable Wimbledon Andy Murray eventually succumbed to Rafael Nadal in the semi final. Should this rule Murray out of our affection? Surely a Wimbledon losing semi finalist is endearing to us all, after all a man named Tim did this over and over again and we loved him for it, heck we remember those should be lazy summer evenings with the sun starting to set over the horizon as Tim finally lost a battling 4 setter vs Pete Sampras so well that we still shout out COME ON TIM when Andy is playing. Then there was the big fight, David Haye vs Wladimir Klitschko. The tough talking, fast moving, Londoner against the robotic, boring, never been tested Ukrainian. Of course the Ukrainian won, not only won he destroyed Haye in a way the Englishman had suggested he would do to the Eastern European with Haye barely throwing, never mind landing, a punch in the first 11 rounds. Afterwards 'The Hayemaker' blamed his ickle toe which was broken 3 weeks earlier. Now us Brits love a loser but we love a plucky one and not an excuse making one who dies on his arse during his biggest test, the moment that could make him.
I tell you what, that golf though, it's a real sport..... What's that?!? It's only 25 days till the Premier League season starts, 18 days till the Community Shield and 16 days till Paul Scholes' testimonial (which I'll be at)... Finally! I can stop pretending this other rubbish matters. Don't get me wrong I do really like other sport, especially when it allows me to be patriotic but it's not the football season. It's time we kick started the greatest 9 months of any 12 month period!
After all anything else is just a Sunday walk ruined.
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