In just under five days Neil and I set off for Kentucky and the 37th Ryder Cup. The last time I was this excited was back in 1986 when I was given a BMX for Christmas – a Raleigh Burner with red flames all over the black frame… a real beauty.

For me, the Ryder Cup eclipses all other golfing events in terms of getting my competitive juices flowing. In individual strokeplay tournaments I don’t have a favourite golfer who I want to win each week. (Obviously, I like to see the Brits doing well, but beyond that I’m not fussed.) But, come the Ryder Cup, I support the Europeans as vociferously as I would Scotland in the rugby or Andy Murray in the tennis. It’s actually quite a strange sensation to have when watching golf and I only get to experience it once every two years. I look forward to it keenly.

Normally I watch the Ryder Cup standing up in, or pacing around my sitting room. This time, however, I’m actually going to be there. I can’t wait to hear the roar of the crowds when the first group stands on the tee; to see if there are boo’s for the Europeans; to see what god-awful strip the Americans are wearing; to see if Faldo picks any controversial pairings; to see if Hunter Mahan can cope with being a “slave” for the week. In short, I can’t wait.

I’m actually hoping for a really partisan crowd like at Brookline so I can feel even more pumped up when a European holes a crucial putt or sticks an approach shot close. I also hope it goes right down to the wire unlike the last two contests. I’d love to see Sergio Garcia hole the putt that wins the Cup for Europe by half a point – just imagine his reaction if that happened…

Time is going to pass unbearably slowly between now and our departure next Wednesday. I wonder how many times I can watch my DVD of the K Club ’06 between now and then?