The day after England had thrown away a glorious opportunity to level the series, Robert Rock, a hitherto little known journeyman golfer, stood on the 18th tee of the Abu Dhabi National. Against expectations he had held his nerve on the final round. Neither the company of Tiger Woods, dressed in his customary final day, eye-balling red, nor the proximity of Rory McIlroy, had fazed him: as he stood over his ball, he had a two-stroke lead.
He blocked his drive right and it sailed towards the lake, but stopped tantalisingly short. He agonised over his second shot for an age: should he chance the boulders that lay close by, or should he take a drop? It looked like he wanted to be bold, but his caddie- no doubt thinking of both the percentages, and his own percentage- advised caution. Later, having sunk his winning put, Rock thanked his bag-man for some sage advice.