The Ryder Cup
I trust that the effect of this match will be to influence a cordial, friendly and peaceful feeling throughout the whole civilized world... I look upon the Royal and Ancient game as being a powerful force that influences the best things in humanity.
I will give £5 to each of the winning players, and give a party afterwards, with champagne and chicken sandwiches.
It would be very easy to drool with sentimentality over the Ryder Cup. But, at the end of the day, it is simply two teams trying to knock seven bells out of each other, in the nicest possible way.
The teams are playing for their countries, their families, their team mates, Uncle Sam, The Queen, Mom and dad, the Fatherland and the legends of the leprechaun, all rolled into three days of golf.
The format of the Ryder Cup was no doubt devised by somebody with a shrewd sense of the sadistic.
Waiting for the Ryder Cup to begin is a bit like waiting for an important date to arrive at a restaurant; nervous about how you are going to perform, desperate to impress, and anxious for the first exchanges to begin.
The Ryder Cup has done so much to foster that great spirit of international rivalry that makes the present-day sport the great thing that it is.
On tour, you are an individual. You play only for yourself and you lose it doesn't bother anybody else. Now, all of a sudden, you are representing the United States of America. When I stand out there and they raise the flag and play the National Anthem, I get goose bumps.
In America the Ryder Cup now rates somewhere between Tennessee Frog jumping and the Alabama Melon-Pip Spitting Championship.
The Ryder Cup is now one of the most riveting, most exciting, most keenly anticipated and most closely contested events in all sport. It is golf's Super Bowl, the Royal and Ancient game's Olympics. It is Big Time in capital letters.
I don't think you would have missed that putt, but in these circumstances, I would never give you the opportunity.
I'm sure that's exactly what Samuel Ryder had in mind when he donated the Cup.
Ted Ray was usually as dour as an elephant with a sore foot.
In giving this Cup, I am naturally impartial. But, of course, we over here are very pleased to have won.
I am quite sure we will win. British golf has taken on a new chapter of its history. They had been persuaded by all sorts of Jeremiahs that they were inferior to the Americans, but they are not.
Everywhere we went we were submerged by hospitality and kindness. Suddenly we were in a world of luxury and plenty, so different from home. it was somethihng we had never expected. Even the clubhouses were luxurious, with deep pile carpets, not like the run-down and shabby clubhouses at home, which is all most of us really knew.
Nick Faldo is as much fun as Saddam Hussein.
We were all club professionals. When the Ryder Cup matches ended, we all went back to selling sweaters in our golf shops.
You have to remember that the Ryder Cup was the players' idea. It came from them. Even before Sam Ryder became involved we had played two matches between the professionals of the United States and Great Britain. But in those first matches we paid our own expenses. We came over for The Open and stayed on to play the match. I think there was more spirit, more of a will to win. That's what we were there for.
If you are a bad putter, you will not make a putt. If you have a tendency to chili-dip wedges, you'll be chili-dipping them all over the place for sure. Whatever your weakness, it will come up in spades during the Ryder Cup.
It's not a pleasant feeling. It's like riding a roller coaster or bungee jumping. As it's happening, you're thinking, 'Why am I doing this?' When it's finished you're thinking, 'Oh, that was great.'
The whacko from Sweden in his silly cap and skinny dancer's panmts always looks like the last guy to climb out of the clown car at the circus.
Sam Torrance offered me a lift to the course in his car. Then he told me I was playing him and he intended driving to London so that if neither of us turned up he would get a half-point. That was the kind of fun we had.
One thing is certain, these matches are going to be as close as this from now on. There will be no more American walkovers.
Once you get on the first tee and you hit the first shot and you're walking down the fairway... it's just us against them, and you kind of put behind you the importance of it and the magnitude of what it means. I'm just playing those two guys over there. That's the way I look at it.
I'm still totally convinced we have the twelve best players, today proved that. But put their guys together and they have magic at their fingertips.
We will not be the favourites when we go to The Belfry in two years. This score was no fluke. Let me tell you, most of the European players outdrove mine, and they made shorts and putted well. I said before, it was the strongest team in years. It was no fluke.
I remember breaking my putter on the sixth green. I just tapped it dowen on a walnut and it snapped. It was like somebody shot me. I had to resort to using my sand wedge for a couple of holes. After that, I used my one-iron for the rest of the round. I actually holed a couple of long putts to stay in the match.
My first year on the Ryder Cup team, 1969, and I couldn't believe the intensity of my team mates, the screaming and hollering.
Let's go kill them!
I have never been more scared in my life on a golf course than I was at Brookline. It was frightening to hear people shouting 'Kill, kill!' and 'Bring out the body bags!'.
A couple of matches and result would gone the other way.
It hurts when a little itty-bitty fellow outdrives you.
We were determined to get teh full point because the others had, and we knew we might get taunted at dinner.
I let José Maria win the first five... then I took over because he was a little tired.
When Seve gets his Porsche going, not even San Pedro in Heaven can stop him.
Afte we select our teams each day and hand in the piece of paper, all that's left is to go on course and act important.
The modern American professional has no character and no crowd appeal. He just goes on and on playing what a famous cricketer called 'the business shot'.
The spectators noticed especially the different manner of dress in the two teams. The English players were attired in rather drab and sober oufits of grey, made the more noticeable by the gayer costumes of the Americans.
Although we have lost, we are going back to practice in the streets and on the beaches.
The disappointing thing is that even though we've won on the last three occasons, the Americans won't recognise we're Number One.
I've had a bad week. But in the real world, having a bad week is waking up and finding you're a steel worker in Scunthorpe.
There was nothing wrong with the Ryder Cup except you lost.
On the sodden greens their approaches pitched past the pin, sat down and then, as a rabbit temporarily stunned, scuttled back, often fifteen feet, before lying dead.
Perhaps it is early to bed for them tonight, hah! But will they sleep? It is not what time you get to bed that counts, it's the quality of sleep you enjoy when you are there.
We left no pub un-stoned on that ride.
And no flowers, by request.
I will never, never captain an American team again because of the nine thousand deaths I suffered in the last hour.
Sarazen persisited in missing comparatively short putts, which Americans are supposed to hole with the same ease as they light a cigarette.
This has nothing to do with money. It's bigger than that.This is playing for Uncle Sam, and Sam expects a lot.
Gene Sarazen tears the ball through the wind as if it did not exist.
We expected to win the foursomes at least. The trouble is thtat we can't putt.
One of the chief reasons for our failure was the superior putting of the American team. They holed out much better than we did.
The British team could not hole out in a hole the size of the Atlantic.
There goes the most notorious man in Britain since Jack the Ripper.
I am the proudest man in the British Commonwealth of people at this moment.
No domestic tabby of a course, but a full grown tiger.
We know, and have known all along, since the game of golf got udner way in America in the '20s, that good players were in great numbers there, and with the sun throughout the year, practice facilities and huge rewards, we were up against an insoluble problem. The oprersent top home players, by no means poor performers, are leagues outside the tough American ones.
Jack will give this wonderful contest a completly new and inspiring dimension.
For me, and I think a lot of other golfers who've been fortunate enough to participate in them, international teram contests are the most enjoyable events in golf. If the game has one drawback, it is its individuality, its self-concernedness - its selfishness, to be blunt about the matter. Playing for a team, and particularly for country in someone else's country, really brings a group of players together.
Of 1,750 clubs in the British Isles whose co-operation we invited, only 216 have accorded help. It is a deplorable reflection on the attitude of the average golfer towards the game.We fear it must be held to afford definite evidence that the oft-repeated slur against the pastime that most of its players are selfish possesses a good deal of truth.
I just can't find the golf course.