Open’s Tiger Woods \ ‘Misery: Riath Al-Samarrai was the reason why Colin Montgomerie was correct in his criticism, and why the legend of Deceived Golf minimizes it

Pinehurst doesn’t seem to have taken a hit and you wonder, “What on earth is he doing?” He’s coming to Troon and he won’t even want to be there. There comes a time when all athletes say goodbye, but it’s very hard to tell Tiger that it’s time to say goodbye. Obviously, he feels he can still win. We’re more realistic. » Colin Montgomerie July 2024

I followed Tiger Woods for a few holes on Friday, and that’s what he’s been up to lately with the game he’s reinvented. Love, he would call it a few hours later, but it was difficult to understand what he meant by Thrun’s relationships.

There were a lot of things from the galleries, because that goes without saying. We would say the same for other golfers. They idolize it, Hanker and Claw for his approval, and he has completely rich. Please always do it.

But love between the forest and golf? What about his golf? Of course not. This is already a dance of jaded acquaintances, no matter what he says to our faces. His golf is treating him badly. It makes him up. And he quickly frowns, needs too many, and around them, they go to this foreign sniper and sniper who was once very surprised. I saw it all on the inside nine of his second round, but as I trudged down the bank to the 15th tee, 13 over par for the tournament at the time, he was sad. His expression was one we all knew all too well: swollen eyes staring at the floor, jaw clenched, shoulders hunched, exhausted, worn down by a whole host of realities. Tiger Woods looked lonely as he trudged around Royal Troon after missing the cut at the British Open

Before the tournament, Colin Montgomerie suggested Woods retire

Montgomerie was telling the truth when he gave his verdict on Woods’ play

A minute earlier, he had missed a three-foot putt on the 14th and wasn’t in the mood to help the kids. He just wanted to get his driver in the glove, and when he did, he stared down the uneven ground to make a nasty 500-yard putt that cut deep into the fescue on the right. Woods sighed and started down this path of the damned again, shaking his head and limping slightly.

Love? Not here. Not at this time. Drive it to the airport and have your agent do the rest.

But what does love look like to Tiger Woods anyway? This is a multi-layered question, so I’ll keep it within the context of sports. Do you struggle to achieve small gains? Is it the fear of the alternative, of the breakup and the silence that will follow?

Or is it the fleeting satisfaction of realizing, as we all do, that a lucky shot can improve this maddening game for a moment? Is he here now, at 48, soon to be 70, and is that why he allowed himself to smile just for a moment as he pulled his second shot out of the abyss in the breeze and back onto the rolling mound, his ball 10 feet from the cup?

What a shot. What a roar. What magic and there is no magic in golf like the magic of the Tiger. And the method that we all want them to solve it.

But they do not do it, and only one of the world believes they can do it. This is the same guy who then missed a birdie putt, walked away on the 16th, reached out again, overshot and missed a big putt from a mile away. Love evolves in mysterious ways. The golfing legend still draws crowds, but his mind and body are no longer in tune

Naturally, I thought of Colin Montgomerie during all of this, which is why I was there three days after the joke was made, walking in Woods’ footsteps. A murder took place in the media tent. When the 200s began on Tuesday evening, we laughed that they had collected Monty fragments.