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The golf as a metaphor for life

On the 18th tee at Mission Hills, yesterday, was to suffer. When Francis put his drive in the middle of the fairway (at a point where the landing is certainly not the largest), about fifteen yards ahead of that of the Irish (which, moreover, was in the first cut), I thought it was almost done .

Soon after, Stenson's putt did a 180 ° turn and stayed there, as if the ball had a life of its own. Italy was a little 'closer to the title.

But then McIlroy makes the approach in green, 6-7 meters from the hole. And above all, Edward, perhaps because of the adrenaline (said shirt) or perhaps because of the emotion (I think), it opens, and hit his approach - it got a 7-iron - ends up in a bunker on the right, just beyond the height of the hole.

So I thought heck!, Is' to see that the Irish Pit for the birdie and bogey we do, we pass over 72 and farewell to dreams of glory.

But then Francis, solid as granite, does a great shot is absolutely gorgeous (it was already heard by the very "Sandy"), especially given the time and the ball is 90 inches from the hole.

Patta McDowell, the ball stops a few centimeters. Edward consults his brother, but the putt was straight. Inside pocket, center. World Champions! Mario Silvio Grappasonni shirt and standing, almost could not find the words, runs to meet his brother Edward and overwhelms him in an embrace liberating. "Great!" He feels. Italy!

And in interviews for television, the two brothers of Italy they're doing good: a clean and clear English, I'm proud for that too.

Wow!