So the Ryder Cup goes back across the Atlantic after all. The dainty golden trophy was held as the result of a dramatic finish by the Americans, who have not parted with it since 1935.
The bubble of British hope raised by the 3-1 foursomes success yesterday was burst by the end of the first round in the 36 holes singles today, and we were ultimately forced into the most desperate of corners when either Dick Burton or Fred Daly had to win his match to give us the solatium of a face-saving draw. Neither of them succeeded, and so we lost the day by six matches to two and the whole international by seven matches to five. The Americans, freed from the foursomes obligation - which they heartily dislike - and back in the role of all-out individualists, which they play for 44 weeks a year, turned like so many golfing furies on their British opponents, and drove, pitched and in particular putted with demoniacal efficiency.