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Golf Australia Express : GA Express 297
was content to make pars and let them come get him. And for a while no-one did. And then Tiger did. And the world of golf near lost its mind. When Jack Nicklaus won his 18th major championship aged 46 at Augusta National in 1986 there were scribes sitting over typewriters with hands on heads, not knowing how to do the story – history – justice. “It’s too big!” they wailed. “It’s too big.” Similarly the press tent at Carnoustie was, for a period, filled with writers fretting over leads. By the end, of course, so many chunks of quality copy were cast aside. Tiger was no longer the story. But he was one of them. Woods strode across the boardwalk near the first tee with his own distinctive gait, that cool, gliding, striding thing that ambulates him around the place like an athletic nerd on the way to the library, the coolest kid at Stanford. And when Tiger’s walkin’ and doing his thing, the world of golf’s a happy place. He got within two of the lead after five holes. COVER STORY SUBSCRIBE TODAY valued at $998 each! for your chance to WIN 1 of 4 Victa 82V prize packs Xander Schauffele fought gallantly to finish with a share of second place.
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