About 15 minutes ago I finished penning an inspired blog but sadly I failed to save it and my lap-top just crashed. Never mind I hear you say, so with the sort of gritty, determined attitude that Nicks boys will need this afternoon, Ill attempt to re-create some of the old magic.
The European section of the media centre is situated in the front right-hand corner of the room, beneath the over-sized TV screens and scoreboard. When Faldo revealed his pairings for this mornings foursomes, the old hacks that surround us closed ranks like a pack of blood thirsty wolves, ready to lay into their hapless victim. As you may already know, theres not a lot of love lost between Faldo and these boys (remember the old thank the press from the heart of my bottom comment). Dare I say, it, one or two of the journalists sitting between of myself and the screen are eagerly awaiting a European disaster.
Many of the older generation of British sports journalists are pessimistic even on a good day. None of them are surprised to see Faldos men struggling and they all predicted that Tigers absence would help the Americans. This marks a distinct contrast to my slightly over-excited attitude. In fact, as Jimenez almost just holed a pitch, I gave a muffled cheer and even a little fist pump… Some of them are looking at me.