In every life, there are roads taken and untaken, choices made and dreams abandoned. And then there's golf. As a teenager, Tom Cox dreamed of sporting immortality. For four years he devoted himself to the game he loved. 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 winning his local club's scratch championship, 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 trousers and headed for the golf course. To turn pro. There are two ways of becoming a full-time professional sportsman. The first and most favoured approach goes something like this: be born gifted; take up your chosen game early; practise incredibly hard; let nothing stand in your way. The second is more controversial. Just turn up. As long as you're wearing the right socks, you should be OK. Confident in the simplicity of this approach, Tom headed out for the course. What was eight years playing for England Boys and a lifetime of top-class coaching compared to his whippy wrist action and trusty 1980s putter! 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? One physically and psychologically gruelling year later, Tom returns with the story of how he survived the world of professional golf. Are the pros really so much more gifted than the rest of us? Does an amateur stand a chance? And will he finally get a birdie? Find out, in this hilarious account of one man's pursuit of his dreams.
Tom Cox was born in Nottingham in 1975. Since leaving his post as The Guardian's Pop Critic in 2000, he has written seven books. His writing has appeared in The Guardian, The Daily Telegraph, The Sunday Times, The Observer, Esquire, and many other publications. He lives in Norfolk.
Tom Cox is a very funny writer.' - Kate Atkinson
'Made me laugh out loud.' - David Sedaris
'Tom Cox writes brilliantly about golf.' William Boyd