An innings of long and mostly careful shot-selection ended with a wretched swipe across the line within touching distance of the finish line, which is especially disappointing for a senior player with significant experience.
As anyone who has ever pressed ‘send’ on an email intended for someone else, or inadvertently cc’d the wrong person into an unflattering response will know, there’s a heart-stopping few seconds where you hope you might be able to halt the email’s progress. But ‘send’ is send. As is ‘continue’ with Substack.
After filing a match report and quotes piece I thought I’d tackle my final MoC column from the tournament. People work in different ways but I tend to splatter some words onto the screen and then attempt to tidy them up later into something reasonable.
That’s when I pressed the wrong key. I humbly apologise for infiltrating your inbox with last night’s half-written, error-strewn nonsense. It won’t happen again. By way of recompense, as I sit in Mumbai Airport, here are some of the visual memories of a tour I won’t forget.
I was wondering about that segue from conspiracy theories on pitches to windowless hotels...
Is he saying that sometimes its better to be blinkered and see only what's in front of you and not be distracted by things around you?
Nope... just fat fingers :-)
Thank you so much for your wonderful column, I have so enjoyed it