In an age where robotic, identikit golfers are omnipresent and adorning the mantlepiece of men’s professional golf like never before, Bryson DeChambeau is a walking, talking and swinging contradiction.
He zigs where others zag, he sticks his head above the parapet while others are content to exist in the shadows and he wears his heart on his sleeve in an era where showing emotion has gone confusingly out of fashion. He provides box-office entertainment – something men’s professional golf is crying out for.
