‘Caused me to laugh out loud’ The Times As a teenager, Cox dreamed of sporting immortality. For four years he devoted himself to the game of golf. And then, one day, he walked away. But as he got older, those dreams kept coming back. Perhaps it was turning thirty, perhaps it was having his first hole in one, but he decided it was time to start again, to live the dream for real. So he switched off his computer, grabbed his checked trouser and headed for the golf course. To turn pro. The Open Championship was only five of the best rounds of his life away, and given a few warm-up tournaments, how hard could it be? ‘Cox may not have much to boast about in the field of sporting achievement, but he has what many of his rivals palpably lack: an inner landscape, an imagination. These are terrible handicaps for a golfer, but pretty darn useful in a writer’ A very, very good book’ - Daily Telegraph ‘I’m not a golf fan myself, but Cox is such an enthusiastic writer that he’s made me see the sport in a new light’ - Mail on Sunday ‘Tom Cox writes brilliantly about golf. He knows the game inside-out: its potent allure, its absurd comedy and its mind-bending frustrations. If they had a handicap-system for golf-writers Tom Cox would be scratch’ - William Boyd