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It’s results that really matter

I was thinking what football managers and those who teach golf have in common. The one main point that binds us is that ‘results’ are essential in keeping us in a favourable light. If one of my students suddenly wins this or that after a lesson, then I’m the ‘flavour of the month’. But if a certain student’s game goes off, then the finger pointing starts.

Jose Mourinho was sacked by Manchester United on Tuesday knowing that several of his old players had something to do with his departure, although losing to Liverpool last weekend didn’t help.

Whether you’re a football manager or a club golf professional, it’s so hard to keep members, owners and supporters satisfied and happy. It’s that time of the year when a glance back at some interesting statistics is perhaps appropriate, for example: it’s interesting to note that PGA Tour players Tony Finau managed to top up his bank account with US$5.62 million without winning anything! This proves that consistency is key.

Rory McIlroy consistently smacked his drives on an average 319.8 yards this year but Cameron Champ put his efforts to shame with a staggering average of 343 on the Web.com Tour and Henrik Stenson quietly took top spot for driving accuracy and greens in regulation.

Out of Bounds: Spare a thought for the poor souls who must go through the various tour Q-schools at this time of the year. Here’s an example of how the pressure can get to you. The poor unfortunate player concerned stood on the last tee and got ready to hit. He was right on the qualifying mark on whether he was going to make it or not. Then he backed off and sang the (US) national anthem. No, man did not mutter it — the intensity of Q-school pressure led him to sing it loud and clear, obviously as a possible relaxer. To witness this poor possessed wretch sing the whole national anthem right there on the last tee had his playing partners in hysterics but to his credit he steadied himself and piped it right down the middle.