No major carries the cool factor like The Open. Starting today, I will, like every year, be glued to the TV (or PVR to be exact).
This is the year for an Englishman to break through again. Lee Westwood, Luke Donald and Justin Rose have never played better but if we can give them one piece of advice, bring your style game on Sunday if you are in the hunt.
Check out Arnold Palmer on the right above, holding court with the elder statesmen Sam Snead and a young Jack Nicklaus at Royal Troon in 1962. I can’t get enough of the collar-up look and that cardigan is perfection.
And below, some of the big winner over the last five decades that managed to not only bring home the Claret jug but looked damn good doing it.
The last Englishman to win on home soil was Tony Jacklin in 1969. Not only did he make all of England proud, but he did so wearing head-to-toe lilac. Not a lot of men could pull this off. MG says she sees a little Michael Sheen in him here.
In the modern era, Tom Watson, a five-time winner, IS the Open Championship.
I started playing golf because of one man: the late Severiano Ballesteros. Seve still remains my all-time favourite player. His swash-buckling, take no prisoners approach to the game led him to three Open Championships. There will never be another one like him and Seve looked the part of champion at all times.
Before he was known as “The Shark,” Greg Norman won his first major wearing Lyle&Scott, one of golf’s iconic brands in the 1980s and he looked good. After winning his first Open Championship in 1986, he went on to win only one more major. As a kid, I considered my three Lyle & Scott shirts sacred.