The genius of Christy O’Connor
Christy O’Connor is a genius. I would not wish his swing on anyone as he cocks his wrists so much on the backswing that the club falls down almost onto his neck. “Wristy Christy” I […]
Author: G.F.
Locke and I have brush with US law
Bobby Locke and I had just finished playing in White Sulphur Springs in West Virginia and had to get to the Piping Rock course on Long Island for a Pro-Am on the Sunday. We were […]
Narrow escape for Dai Rees
For three years running, Dai Rees and I circumnavigated the globe. This might not sound much now, but in 1950 it took you five days to fly from the UK to Australia in piston-engined planes […]
Stop that slice!
Amateur golfers in this country who are tormented by a slice must number in the hundreds of thousands. It breaks my heart when I visit a club for a quiet round and watch how people […]
Alf Perry – the forgotten man
My Dad always said that Alf Perry was “the finest yard putter” on the circuit but I shall always remember him for his long driving. When I was only 19 I played in an Alliance […]
John Jacobs gives me a fright
In the semi-final of the PGA Match Play tournament at Ganton in 1953, I came up against John Jacobs. Now he is a cool customer, make no mistake. In spite of all this ‘Doctor Golf’ […]
Harry Weetman – the fascination of raw power
Harry Weetman is another forgotten Champion, tragically killed in a car crash in 1972. He was as strong as an ox with huge hands and forearms and crunched the ball as if his life depended […]
Simple rules for good putting
You amateurs have no excuses for being bad putters. You could practice in your living room in the evening or on an office carpet if you wanted to. But you take putting for granted because […]
Sarazen the first to win all four majors
Gene Sarazen, the US pro who won the 1932 Open, opened my eyes when I was in my ‘teens. I remember in particular standing on a mound by the side of one of the fairways […]
What can happen when you are gripped by nerves
Even the best of us can play like amateurs when we are in the grip of nerves, and a classic example was my 1953 Matchplay Championship final with Dai Rees. Dai and I had been […]
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