 Davidson (left) marches down the sixth hole with Ricky Willison
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It looked like we could win it on the 17th if we managed a half and again Adam struck another drive into the heart of the fairway and left me with about 145 to the pin.
I looked at my caddy and he already had an 8-iron in his hand. I then hit it out of the sweet spot but short-sided Adam pin-high in a 12 foot deep bunker with six feet of downhill green to play with. All the way up the fairway our opponents, who were safely on the green, were digging our ribs about whether we could handle the pressure down 18.
Adam had other ideas, and after barely a practice swing, flopped his bunker shot inches over the edge of the cliff face and listened for the outcome. A proper golf shot if ever I've seen one, confirmed by a spluttered 'amazing shot' by a wide-eyed Willison. I felt a real sense of achievement as I rolled in the four-footer to claim the match 2&1.
As we walked of the green I was greeted by a fellow SFG team member who reminded me: "Do you realise, you've just beaten the man who beat Tiger?" Later, I received a text message from my brother asking what I was up to. I sent him back: “Jst bt Ricky Willison & Gary Wolstenholme 2&1.”
With the score now at 6.5 - 3.5 in favour of the all stars team, I was matched against McHenry against - this time in singles and I struck the mis-behaving 3-wood plum down the first hole, with a nice high draw - just far enough to reach the bunker that had scared everyone away from using driver! It soon became pretty clear that I was going to have to rely on my shots and squared the match on the second, despite John holing a great 30-foot putt that he thought was for a half.
It was a great battle from then on and John was good company. We were all square at the turn when I noticed most matches were close. As we walked off 15 still tied after we both bunkered our approaches, I shouted across to Peter McEvoy to ask what the match score was: “Just make sure you win!” didn't really answer my question.
I was a bit concerned that the crowds had seemed to dissolve around the course by the time we reached the 17th tee when I held a slender one hole lead. We still had an interest with a crowd around us but I got the feeling they knew something about the match score that I didn't want to hear.
I plumped for a 3-wood for my tee shot but instead of a high draw, the ball slammed into a tree 80 yards ahead which finished on a cinder path.
With John having split the fairway with his rescue club, 20 yards ahead of the ladies tee wasn't really the place for me to get a good yardage. Do I have a shot to the green? No. If I lay up and play for bogey will I likely get a half? No. Can I lay up anywhere and leave an easy shot to the pin? No. Okay, 3-wood it is, then. As the groups behind had finished and caught up, I was surrounded by spectators and could just imagine the sort of view you get on the TV as Sergio checks his backswing to make sure nobody was in the way.