I remember the moment I realised my childhood dream of winning The Open was in tatters – it was all Luke Donald’s fault. Not that he knew it. I was 14 and I was good at golf. But I was soon to discover I was not good enough. From the age of 7, I had dreamt of lifting the Claret Jug and seven years on I told myself that there was still hope. “Nick Faldo did not pick up a club until he was 14 and you already play off 5,” I told myself. “You are talented, you work hard…

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