The Next Time I Cry

My Dad's A Scratch Golfer And I've Got The Knack Of Seeing Something And Then Replicating It. I Saw My Dad Swing A Club And I Worked Out How To Do The Same Thing. My Backswing And Follow-through Have Been Basically The Same Since I Was Two.

I Think There Came A Time - Probably When I Was About 13 - When I Started To Struggle With An Increasing Volume Of Schoolwork And The Demands From My Golfing Schedule And Aspirations. I'm Not Sure If The Decision To Leave School Was Very Clear In My Mind Then But I Did Know That In The Juggling Between The Two, My Energies Were Most Definitely In The Golfing Direction.

You Get Thrown Off Balance Out There. And I Never Recovered. Well, I Haven't Recovered Yet.

I Kept Telling Myself This Word, Process. Focus On My Process, Don't Care About The Result.

I Was Very Excited When I First Started To Travel So Much. In Fact, I Was Amazed That People Were Paying Me To Travel To Play The Game I Loved.