No sooner had the Claret Jug been lifted high above Scottie Scheffler’s head than the scramble for superlatives began. With every word and exaltation there was also a sense that golf’s Overton window had shifted, with his peers daring to voice opinions previously beyond the pale.
It was Xander Schauffele who perhaps said it best, as Scheffler was slow‑walking up the 18th, as if trying to savour every second of a first Open Championship victory.
