Enough To Drive You To Drink – Portrush 2019

Bill Elliott has been enjoying himself at Portrush – perhaps more than the players who have a huge challenge ahead of them

They came early and they stayed late. We knew they would. Long before Darren Clarke hit the opening tee shot of this Open Championship Portrush was buzzing and soon enough Clarke too was buzzing with a birdie at the first hole. “C’mon the Irish boys,” someone shouted and the crowd laughed and cheered in agreement.

Eventually Clarke crumbled round the edges, at 50 he’s still good but not good enough to keep it going. Still, as an opening act he did his job superbly, warming everyone’s anticipation as Wee Rory finished his breakfast and made his way to the course for the round he had anticipated more than any other this year. This was his place, his moment, his Open.

An eight – almost incomprehensible – at the 1st hole was bookended with a seven at the last. Seven over par for two holes. That’s my golf, maybe yours, not McIlroy’s and the shock of it thundered through the home fans like a virus bringing with it sadness and bafflement in equal measures. “Somebody must have drugged him,” said one bloke to his pal as he watched this local hero trudge off the final green , his Open in tatters, the rainy squall only adding to the regret that he and everyone else felt.

This early collapse by the bookies favourite will not spoil the rest of this great week but it serves to remind us all that whatever else anyone thinks about golf, it is surely the least predictable game you can play.

What is now predictable, however, after this first serious examination of a wonderfully revamped golf course is that no-one is safe. Not now, not tomorrow and especially not on Sunday.