Willet, Want It, Have It

What a final day. My £60 on Adam Scott at 11/2 looked good after one hole, and then beat after five. The now World Number 6 was 6 shots behind after five. Double bogeys on three and five had me running the bath and getting the toaster ready. A drift out to 50s gave me fleeting thought of popping an extra £10 on the hero, but alas, I did not. Mcilroy, now World Number 2 was 1/7 at that point, and would have been a magnificent lay.

Adam swiftly picked one back up and Rory kept on par. The Northern Irishman had given an interview before the round stating that he had no intention of going out and just defending, but that seemed to be what he was doing. He'd stated his intention to go out and attack but he had not done so. Coming up to the 7th where he would drop his first shot he had already missed two greens and three fairways, but his putting was holding out for him. Two swift bogeys for roaring Rory and two birdies for Adam set off a four shot swing and left Scott one shot better off on the front nine.

Amazing Adam started the back nine with three birdies and Rory missed two fairways but made par. Adam, the new love of my life followed Rory's bogey on 13 with a birdie on 14 to take command.

Scotty upped the warp factor on 16, the driveable par 4 and put a 3 wood in to the bunker to the left of the green. A good uphill lie and a shot in to the wind set me up for another potential birdie and a two shot lead!

Out of nowhere...SHANK.

 A shank.

He shanked it.

Adam Scott, with form figures of 2,1 coming in to this tournament, shanked it. The World's greatest ball striker shanked it.

Bugger.

He went directly to the right and narrowly avoided another bunker. A huge birdie chance down the drain and the commentators were blaming a slightly narrow stance. Woof.

A solid up and down saved par and he almost actually chipped in, but no. Scott put himself in the fairway bunker on the 17th, and set himself up for a trademarked display of his long range bunker brilliance. A simple two putt par set him one ahead with one to play.

Bubba, Danny and Phil were all chasing, Watson threw down the gauntlet on 18 to force Adam to make par or better for the win. A bailout drive to the right rough put the Aussie in trouble. A tree dead ahead left him forced to play a huge fade over the water and the ball looked to be bound for H20. H2OHNO! My heart stopped. I had a heart attack. I was basically dead.

Sometimes, the best people in their respective fields get a bit of luck, and Scott dipped in to his pot of luck here. Somehow, miraculously, the ball didn't go in the water. I still think it should be banned.

A nervy chip with the horrible commentators reminding everyone about the shank two holes previously was played with sublime excellence and almost went in. A solid six and a half footer was bolted in for the win, aside from Mcilroy making eagle on the last. He didn't, and glory was mine. I was dancing around the living room once more.

There is no such thing as an easy win in golf, and seeing as I don't really get any exercise normally it's the only workout my heart really gets.

Each way returns from Willet totalled £22. Returns from Scott totalled £390. Total outlay for the week was a shuddering £170. The last of the Bubba millions and the Thomas returns from last week were gone and I was left with a profit of only £242. Not bad, but I should have been better. I backed 16 players from a 66 player field and I was only able to back the winner after 54 holes.

My goal for next week, do better.

More ammunition is always welcome, but concentrated firepower is the key.