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He’s done it with a vengeance. His coach Bob Torrance (Sam’s dad) says he’s the hardest working golfer he’s ever known. The other day they went to the range at 10 a.m. to work on a few shots. They left 12 hours later. On the back nine at Birkdale in July Harrington’s concentration was awesome as he saw off first Greg Norman then a late mini-surge from Ian Poulter. But I have never seen anything like Harrington’s epic focus at Oakland Hills. Again on the back nine, you could almost see into his soul through the burning intensity of his eyes. Sounds twaddle I know, but if you had stayed up into the small hours on Sunday you’d know what I mean. There was a steely, nerveless intensity and a total conviction he would win. His last putt was willed in. An extraordinary performance.
And so roll on the Ryder Cup. Against Norman at Birkdale, and Garcia at Oakland Hills, it was like matchplay golf for Harrington. Irish golfers are brought up on matchplay and in demolishing the Australian and then Garcia in those final rounds, Harrington was engaged in matchplay at its most ferocious level. It’s not something the Americans are now much good at — sadly for the competitive pull of the Ryder Cup, though good news for Europe — but it’s something the Irish have always excelled at. Think of Ryder Cup performances by Paul McGinley, Philip Walton and back in the sands of time of course, Christy O’Connor. It’s man-on-man golf and Harrington has emerged as its ultimate exponent.
Besides his extraordinary mental transformation Harrington has changed in other ways too. He looks stronger, better built and more physically composed. Only Woods himself is physically stronger than Harrington. Behind it all he’s still one of the most unstarry sports stars you could find. A huge figure in Ireland, and famously modest — he’s married to his childhood sweetheart in traditional fairytale style — he still says he’s ruled by fear. The golf world is still very much at his feet, at least until a certain Mr Woods declares himself fit again.
There’s little more calculated to make a man reach for the Temazepam than the interminable cack currently filling every newspaper about Fantasy Football. Please guys, if it really is the highlight of your week to roll down the pub to chat about who’s the better value in midfield, then you really should get a hobby. Or a life.
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