So here I am, giving single-handicap golf another go. I've tried to become a single handicap golfer before, of course.
Haven't we all?
My first big push came in 2006-7. I fooled my wife into thinking it was worth the effort by writing a book as I went along ('Hacked Off', Aurum Press). The result? 24 to 10.2 in a year. Missed by a whisker.
I've been semi-retired since, playing the odd game here and there while dreaming of what might have been on the range. Yet here I am, older and none the wiser, trying again. You'd think I'd know better.
So why throw good time after bad?
Well, it feels like unfinished business, doesn't it? At 10.2 it would, wouldn't it? Even at age 51 3/4, complete with knackered left ankle and clicking left knee.
The real reason, though, came a couple of months ago.
Out of the blue, a phone call. Would I like to help with a golf instruction book for the legendary Steve Gould and Dave Wilkinson at London's Knightsbridge Golf School? A book entitled "Golf's Golden Rule"?
Would I heck! Here I am, being paid while simultaneously getting unparalleled access to two fine golfing brains! What more could a (former) 10.2 handicapper ask for? Surely, surely, surely - if I listen intently and ask the right questions - I will not only be able to help produce a good book, but will also learn more about the golf swing than I have ever known before? Their knowledge is bound to rub off on me... isn't it?
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