Ryding to victory

THERE are few things in life that bring me more pleasure than seeing a bunch of obnoxious Americans having the smug look wiped off their gurning faces.

After two full days of having to endure American golf fans whoopin’ and a hollerin’ (has no one told them that golf is a refined, gentlemanly sport?) as their side built up a commanding lead over Europe in the Ryder Cup, by Sunday I was near the end of my tether.

So to see the Europeans clinch victory from the jaws of defeat, thus consigning the Yanks to a humiliating defeat on their own turf was a joy to behold.