I was truly surprised. There Monty was on Sunday, in the middle of the 72nd fairway, after a perfect drive, with a real chance to win. All he had to do was hit the green on his approach, par the hole, and if Phil parred the last hole after bogeying the 71st he would be in a playoff. Or maybe win it if Phil did anything stupid (but the chances of the new Phil doing anything stupid would be small, right?) .
That's when Monty resorted to his old self when it comes to majors. He self destructed. His approach went into the cabbage to the right then he hit out too strong and 3 putted for a double eventually allowing Ogilvy to win when Phil did do something stupid.
All he had to do for God's sake was hit the middle of the green. He's a seasoned professional with many a pressured packed shot in the past he could draw on for inspiration but noooo, not Monty, it looked like he purposely tried to lose it on the last hole. Like it dawned on him that he might actually win the thing and got too affraid.
A psychiatrist would have a field day trying to figure why he does himself in like this in the majors. He's Superman during the Ryder Cup and wimpy Clark Kent otherwise.
Even though he has that smug British way about him that smacks of elitism, I, for some strange reason, found myself pulling for him to win. I don't know if it was because I feel sorry for him since he got divorced and he seemed to take it rather hard or if I just like pulling for the guy who wants something so badly and might never get a better chance to obtain it.
In any case, he blew it. Good news for him is that he only has a few weeks until the British Open to try one more time to conquer his demons.
Pip pip, cheerio, stiff upper lip and all that good rot.