The most ''under pressure'' moment for me was when playing a Match-play tournament and I needed to win that (Par 3) sixteenth hole to stay alive...
My opponent's ball was on the green for a four yards birdie putt and my ball was on the fairway two yards short of the green. I knew I had got to sink that ball in that hole eight yards far away...and so far away.
My first thought was, trying to escape from that moment perhaps, to pull the pin gently side to side to keep it vertical because it wasn't... it was useless as you may know. I didn't mind, I was already thinking of the shape of the shot.
Once on the ball, the time and the world stopped as I had never feel before. Only the ball, the hole and me... '' I'm going to make it, I'm going to make it'', no technical thoughts, no negative thougths at all... the shot was almost perfect. I still can see the landing zone and the path in colors when I visualized that chip; first some kind of red and a strong yellow at last moment.
The ball wanted to get into the hole but the non vertical pin didn't allow to, spitting it some inches...
I couldn't believe that bad luck but I discovered that I have a good golf brain hiden somewhere. I don't know exactly where, yet.
Thanks God, my opponent birdied the hole afterwards.
A true story.
Toni.
My opponent's ball was on the green for a four yards birdie putt and my ball was on the fairway two yards short of the green. I knew I had got to sink that ball in that hole eight yards far away...and so far away.
My first thought was, trying to escape from that moment perhaps, to pull the pin gently side to side to keep it vertical because it wasn't... it was useless as you may know. I didn't mind, I was already thinking of the shape of the shot.
Once on the ball, the time and the world stopped as I had never feel before. Only the ball, the hole and me... '' I'm going to make it, I'm going to make it'', no technical thoughts, no negative thougths at all... the shot was almost perfect. I still can see the landing zone and the path in colors when I visualized that chip; first some kind of red and a strong yellow at last moment.
The ball wanted to get into the hole but the non vertical pin didn't allow to, spitting it some inches...
I couldn't believe that bad luck but I discovered that I have a good golf brain hiden somewhere. I don't know exactly where, yet.
Thanks God, my opponent birdied the hole afterwards.
A true story.
Toni.
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