I didn’t know it at the time (I was only 10), but the day the old golf pro at Cow Glen Golf Club near Glasgow died would prove to be the start of the amazing odyssey that has been my life — a life dominated by chasing a little white ball around the world. The friends I have met, the money I have made, and the lifestyle I have enjoyed all link back to the dumpster in which they put 60 years worth of the pro's old clubs, balls and rubbish that he had accumulated in his tiny little pro shop…
