I caught a glimpse of my golf clubs the other day, slumped forlornly in a corner like some maudlin pub drunk, and realised that how you store your sticks says a lot about how you actually play the game.
I bet there are some of you reading this, for instance, who cradle them into the house, give them a thorough buffing up and place them lovingly in a designated space during an earnest ritual of unwavering diligence that ensures they are primed for another outing of satisfying endeavour on the course.
