
(La traduzione italiana della lunga citazione che inserisco a seguire si trova qui, grazie ad Andrea Gandolfi. Il grassetto è mio. Del secondo putt che Ben Hogan tirò in quell’occasione ho parlato qui.)
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Twenty-five years ago, when I was 19, I became a professional golfer. I suppose that if I fed the right pieces of data to one of our modern “electronic brain” machines it would perform a few gyrations and shortly afterwards inform me as to how many hundreds of thousands of shots I have hit on practice fairways, how many thousands of shots I have struck in competition, how many times I have taken three putts when there was absolutely no reason for doing so, and all the rest of it. Like most professional golfers, I have a tendency to remember my poor shots a shade more vividly than the good ones – the one or two per round, seldom more, which come off exactly as I intend they should.
However, having worked hard on my golf with all the mentality and all the […] continua a leggere »


