Celebrate Darren's achievement and forget the preaching
Given that this blog has in the past celebrated the achievements of Rory McIlroy, Graeme McDowell, the European Ryder Cup team and Padraig Harrington it’s shockingly remiss that I’ve not yet managed a post about Darren Clarke. The big Dungannon man’s Open triumph was the pick of the bunch when it came to defying the odds. At 42 most experts had written off his prospects of picking up a major title. Last night, though, the BBC got to screen its now traditional documentary, charting the home-coming of yet another major champion. It was a bit of a tear-jerker, capturing emotional scenes as Darren brought the claret jug back to his family in Portrush and to his two sons. Now Clarke is a nice guy, but he’s not one of the generation of non-descript, clean-cut, identikit sports stars. The documentary captured an awful lot of drinking, alongside the formal celebrations and (let’s be honest) a little on screen inebriation. Some pompous asses h...