David Joyce and his three pals from Dublin attended the Ryder Cup at Oakland Hills. Here's their final exclusive report from behind the ropes.
What a day! The climax to the 35th Ryder Cup matches exceeded our expectations in every aspect.
We got to the course at high noon, appropriately just as Paul Casey was teeing off in the first match against Tiger Woods.
We were greeted by masses of people, with the US fans trying to will their leading players on to some early success - and it worked a treat, for a while.
Things were looking decidedly dodgy for the Europeans and after an hour or so's play, American cheers were ringing around the course, which did little to help our cause.
Team USA were not going to roll over and at one stage were up in four of the first five matches. However, normal service was resumed shortly after, and once Ireland's Paul McGinley and Padraig Harrington took control of their respective matches against Cink and Haas, the result was never really in doubt (you can say that now, as a biased Dubliner. ED) .
Their matches got most of our attention, but we also cheered on the other 10 Europeans down the first fairway, before heading out onto the course in our Irish outfits, draped in our Irish Tricolors to follow 'yer men.'
Again, the crowds were amazing. They loved our outfits and were only too happy to shake our hands and have a chat.
But once Monty had sealed the deal on the final hole most of the Americans, understandably, lost interest and headed for home.
That suited us fine as the Irish guys were still out on the course and it allowed us to get up close to the action.
I'm sure you all saw the scenes on the TV when McGinley closed out his match on the 16th, but what was most impressive about this was that in the midst of it all, he was encouraging us to head to the 18th to cheer Padraig down the last in the final match against Jay Haas.
And we weren't about to argue with a Ryder Cup hero?
Paddy duly obliged with a snaky 20 footer on the last to close out his match and bring the curtain down on a memorable week.
But we hadn't quite finished and in phenomenal scenes there was champagne jubilation.
Harrington came over to empty his bag of balls, gloves and headcovers and throw his shoes into the crowd. He even mockingly grabbing his driver to throw that in, too - then thought better of it.
And, of course, once we had one pair of shoes, we had to have 12 pairs and one by one the players obliged, serenaded to a chorus of national songs.
It all seemed to go on forever and is something we will never forget. Unfortunately we had to drive back to Chicago to catch our return flight.
But even as we were leaving, American fans were congratulating us on the win and shaking our hands. Their courtesy and hospitality most certainly added to our enjoyment of the whole event.
We can't wait to return the compliment when we defend the Cup in Kildare in two years time.
