When will it all end? This epic summer of sport continues to deliver on all fronts of success, performance, determination and sheer bloody brilliance!
The echelons of sporting history now has another chapter to be written into its annuls. Liverpool's second half comeback in Istanbul in the champions league final, Botham's ashes heroics in '81 and now the 'miracle of Medinah'.
Midway through Saturday afternoon even the most Merkel loving EU supporter couldn't envisage even a close run finish let alone the type of miraculous turn around which eventuated. And who could blame us for fearing the US hot dog slapping to continue into Sunday and perhaps inflict the heaviest recorded Ryder Cup defeat.
But that's just not how this summer has been, particularly for us in the Home nations of which greatness on the sporting battlefield is almost expected, unless you follow football that is, or sometimes cricket?
So as per usual millions of us were glued to our TV and computer screens, ears pinned the dulcet radio tones occasionally punctuated by roars, groans and boos from the present galleries. Hours of pacing, nail-biting and fist pumping that shredded every nerve and led us from not a prayer to just perhaps all the way to unbridled delight.
'Who needs invisible chairs...we've just won the Ryder Cup'
According to G-Mac (and no that's not an X factor group) Ole' gave his troops the Fergie hairdryer treatment in the team debriefing on Saturday afternoon. Given what followed on Sunday it seemed like Ole' had opted for the flame thrower instead and with the spirit of Seve galvanised the Europeans better than any austerity measures ever could.
What is it about the Ryder cup that turns what is typically very dull and uninspiring to the greatest game on the planet? Easy...flogging the arrogant yanks at the game they not only believe they're better at but also which they think they invented!
Just as in life we unfortunately rely on the good old US of A for many things; oil, cholesterol and most important of all competition. Pity they play a lot of rubbish nationalistic sports that nobody else gives a 'Mickleson' about which allows they to excel against all odds-on.
But it's more than just sporting contest, I think we just don't like 'em all that much? Their brash, arrogant, noisy, often obese and infinitely annoying...far too much like us Europeans really!
'And you wonder why we like beating you so much'
All the 'get in the hole' shouts, whooping and hollering don't earn you many fans of a gentleman's game built on tradition and respect and makes it all the more pleasant when you get your gobs shut by a Justin Rose 30 footer or a Poulter birdie run.
So where did it all go wrong for the mighty team from the States?
Unassailable lead, Europe's top players crumbling and putts dropping like glazed doughnuts in mugs of coffee. Aside from the determination of the Europeans we've already noted we must look at the other side if the coin.
Were they too cocky? Or was it simply the right application of pressure onto a group of men to whom are perhaps used to winning individually and basking in personal limelight but not familiar with the ethos of teamwork. It is no surprise then that 7 of the past 9 Ryder cups have belonged to the continent after years of stateside dominance.
Nope! Europe were just too bloody good when it came to the Mitty gritty. Even our sleepy youngster managed to roll himself out of bed in time to roll up with no warm up and still win a point.
And as our clutch putts seeked out every cup every swing of an American club shanked, pulled and lipped itself every which way but where it was intended...bloody marvellous wasn't it!
'Argh...what the Furyk!'
Surely their cannot be more sporting drama left in this stellar year? Where will the next sporting surprise come from?
Fleetwood Town to win the FA Cup! You just don't know anymore, anything seems possible after Medinah.
'Get in the hole' sportsfans!
