THERE used to be certainties in life. The sun would rise and set, the British summer would be miserable and Tiger Woods would be the best golfer on the planet.
Two out of three ain’t bad, and the chase to become the world number one in golf has suddenly become a hot topic.
Woods used to be the safe bet. The odds used to reflect the fact that wherever Tiger played, Tiger won. Tiger used to be married, used to be happy, used to be a role model for young and old who dared to dream one day they would make that impossible golf shot.