You know what, most of us whinge too much. Often this whinging centres on our golf game and our eternal bad luck on the course.

Well, I know a bloke who could teach us a thing or two about the non-whinging game.

When Duncan Hamilton-Martin quadrupled an opening par 4 at East Sussex National this week he did not collapse in a heap, he did not scream against the fates, he did not curl up in a ball and sulk. No, Hamilton-Martin got on with it.

But then this bloke has been ‘getting on with it’ for some time now since losing the lower half of a leg.

“I lost the leg below the knee,” he said. “It’s only a scratch in disabled terms.” Something there for us all to ponder.

Despite playing that opening hole like a fool on a particularly bad day, Hamilton-Martin played the next 35 holes of the Disabled British Open in three-under-par to win the title for the second time in three years.

To find out more about the Disabled British Open visit disabledbritishopen.org 


Once again the Disabled British Open offered several thousand reasons why the majority of able-bodied golfers need to pull themselves together most of the time. It is a cliche to suggest that watching golfers with all sorts of handicaps play this daft, old game – often to a thrilling level – is a humbling experience but it is only a cliche because it is true.

This was no more apparent this week than when 13-year-old Frankie Jones from Welshpool stepped forward to accept the inaugural junior trophy and then made a speech that had everyone shaking their heads in admiration. Frankie suffers from cerebral palsy by the way.

Meanwhile, Hamilton-Marton who plays off three, says he is thinking of “having a crack” at the Senior Open itself next year. I bet he will too. Me, I’m just aiming to whinge a lot less on the course. I suspect Hamilton-Martin will be more successful in his efforts.

To find out more about the Disabled British Open visit disabledbritishopen.org