Surely the most welcomed and celebrated victory in tour history – not without controversy of course, but a great day in good weather across a tough set of holes.
Here’s one of the rarest of birds – a match report from Adam…
Unaccustomed as I am to write a match report it brings me some pleasure to report on the events of the 21st June at “the west midlands premier golf venue Cleobury Mortimer Golf Club in glorious sunshine reminiscent of Portugal.
A day of match play over 27 holes; the three nines being Foxes Run, Deer Park and Badgers Sett.
For three of us the first difficulty was actually working out the logistics of getting there – Plan A – Gregs was wearing shorts and being picked up by Bacon and Noz 8.15am @ Costa. That meant that idiots Millers, Bruce and me had to work out a plan between them. I was not returning back to Solihull but heading onto a 90th at Bristol; Bruce was picking millers up me to follow. This all went horribly wrong when Millers realised that there was some doubt as to whether he would be back before the house curfew of 7pm bearing in mind venue 1 hour away 27 holes break for lunch on top it was going to be tight. Rejig plan Millers decided to drive himself but only after Bruce had picked him up and they were already on the motorway. Good work Millers.
Finally arriving at the premier golf venue 9 lucky WHV members were able to tuck into a welcome bacon bap before embarking on the 1st nine of the morning. I found myself in the group with millers and noz I had missed the draw for some bizarre reason which I can’t remember.
No whether it was foxes deer or badgers I can’t remember that either what I do know is that Millers knows some odd stuff and does ask some of the strangest questions. Noz on the tee of hole one did query the handicap assigned to me but we played on hoping to get this resolved at lunchtime. I really didn’t think this would be an issue bearing in mind I hadn’t played for several months and wasn’t expecting too much. Initially after taking the lead Millers began to claw back the points and by the ninth green had overtaken me subject to a steward’s enquiry i.e. we need to ring the prof for adjudication. This was done whilst waiting for Cornish pasta / pasty and chips in the Wyre Suite (in need of some work was the general opinion) Post the conf call Millers graciously conceded the morning result in my favour. This meant for the first time ever I was out in the last group.
Millers now subject of a “fatwa” from Sarah having suggested Zara could stay at neighbours until he returned home needed to play quickly in the afternoon and get home before 7pm. He went out in the first group with Gregs and Webdonk and did play most of the round at one half times the speed of the other two trying to get back as quickly as possible. I don’t think this speed golf did him any favours and by the end of the afternoon 18 he was in 7th place but he didn’t get killed by his wife and daughter. Mike was also called a bogey bum and fart face I think it was but what Sarah wanted to call I can’t write in this report
Meanwhile out on the course somewhere the luxury of having nearly two shots per hole is paying dividends for me. Bruce commented to me at one point for 6 holes he was only 2 over and couldn’t win any of the holes outright. For the exact details of who got what score and who beat who and by how many we will have to wait for the Donk a metrics to be uploaded. What I do know standing on the 18th hole I couldn’t be beaten which was to be honest a great feeling. Donk won the Shark and Bruce the Dog.
Top Three:
Ads 20RP’s £10
Mike 15RP’s £5
Bruce 10RP’s £0
