Ernie, The Claret Jug and Me
If someone had told me I’d have my hands on the Claret Jug at 6am on the morning after The Open Championship had finished at Muirfield in 2002, I would have jumped to thinking a Cinderella story had unfolded. Scraping through Open Qualifying; a miracle first round; a clubhouse lead; a battle with nerves to hang on down the stretch; that four foot putt to win..... I can but dream. Sadly for me, I’d have been mistaken about the reason but the facts were correct – I did have my hands on the…Read more …