Asia? A poor man's Yes!
Brian,
I'm going to guess you're a bit younger than me. Seve was, and is, no pitiful figure for me. For me, he's the matador that took on the world and won. He's the hero, the car park champion. The man who even when his long game had deserted him inspired a Ryder Cup win in his singles by keeping a match going when he couldn't hit a green. Forget anything post mid 90s, remember the great years when he was loved because he was (despite what Faldo might think) European golf.
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I don't pity Seve, but admire him for what his did on the golf course. I've written before in this DG about what he meant to youngsters playing golf in the late 70s and 80s in Europe. Everybody wanted to be Seve, not Watson, not Nicklaus, and not Faldo.
I first saw him at the 1983 Carroll's Irish Open at Royal Dublin. He was tall, tanned, charismatic and also mysterious. Seve was European golf. European golf was in the doldrums and there hadn't been a European winner of a major since Jacklin. Then Seve burst onto the scene in 76 and then won the Open in 79. He was a ground breaker too, winning the Masters in 80. Would Faldo, Lyle, Woosnam, Langer and Olazabal have made the break through if it wasn't for Seve?
Who will ever forget his celebration on sinking that putt on the 18th in the 82 Open?
His current situation is unfortunate and it is sad that he is lonely and alone. Considering his talent and genius, who wouldn't look a forlorn figure in the same circumstances?
I still treasure the autograph his signed for me in 1983. I can still remember him saying in his broken English as the crowds surrounded him: "A leetle room, please, a leetle room, please"