In many ways, I’m the archetypal amateur golfer – capable of good rounds and occasional spells of great golf, but prone to wild slices, tops, thinned iron shots and infuriating three-putts.
I’m also very good at crumbling when I’m playing well. Wherever I am on the course, I know exactly how many Stableford points I have or how many shots over par I am. My brain works it out subconsciously and I haven’t found a way to stop it.
