BAAAH-BA-BAAH! It had just gone nine in the morning when the speakers started blasting out Village People’s YMCA. Scottie Scheffler, the world No 1, had arrived on the putting green and everyone was whooping and hollering at him. Scheffler bumped fists with one of his coaches, wrapped another up in a hug and, BAH-BA-BADA-BADA-BAH!, walked on up and across the bridge to the practice ground where there was a crowd of 500 or so waiting.
They started chanting. “YEW-ESS-AY! YEW-ESS-AY!” Scheffler’s a big man. By the time he made it on to the range he seemed to have swelled twice the size.
