On a Masterly performance

How very appropriate. A gentleman won one of the most important events of his chosen sport. He did so in the face of enormous personal adversity, by showing grit, true grit.

Hi victory was characterised by brilliance, daring, humility and grace. The man he beat shared these sentiments and characteristics throughout.

Somewhere down the field was the player, a snarling, bitter and ungracious loser who's promise to conduct himself like a gentleman lasted 2 rounds, before he reverted to type. Perhaps it is this inability to control himself that has kept his wife from returning.

If ever anything will serve to remind Woods of what he has forsaken, it will be that hug between the brave Mickelson and the far braver Mrs Mickelson on the 18th green - a moment of romance in sport, and sporting romance of the kind that will keep us watching top class international sporting action late into the night, and late into our lives.

The Masters, much maligned by those who do not understand it (fans), rarely fails to produce great sporting drama - it stands alongside events such as the National or the Darts at Lakeside as pure sporting theatre in which all the actors are Giulgud.

Today we witnessed both a right result, and the right result. Bayete Phil, a true legend.