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Once upon a Sunday, in the far-off, exotic lands of Hong Kong, there roamed a golfer, Cam Smith, on a quest for the elusive £3.1 million LIV Golf pot of gold.
The stakes? High. The drama? Unimaginable. The outcome? Well, let’s just say it was the kind of thing you’d find in a Shakespearean tragedy, minus the iambic pentameter.
The day began with promise; Smith, our Australian hero, blitzed through the greens, void of any bogeys, his eyes set on the prize. The playoff beckoned – a gladiatorial showdown featuring not one, not two, but three golfing titans.
Among them, our protagonist stood, ready to claim what he believed was rightfully his.
But alas! In a twist of fate worthy of a daytime soap opera, our hero stumbled. The approach – a shot envisioned to soar gracefully to the green – instead found solace in a bunker.
Oh, the humanity! A wedge, two putts later, and the dream was over. The £3.1 million? Snatched away by Abraham Ancer, who, I imagine, couldn’t believe his luck.
In the aftermath, our hero could only ponder what might have been, as he trudged off, pockets lighter than he’d hoped.
But fear not, dear readers, for our tale does not end in despair. For the valiant Smith, the journey continues, with eyes now set on a new prize: the elusive green jacket of the Masters.
So, let us raise our glasses to Cam Smith – may his drives be long, his putts be true, and his sand traps… well, less sandy. Here’s to the next round, where victory, hopefully, awaits.
For the full, dramatic saga, make your way to the Mirror’s telling of the tale.