Last night I just finished reading this little gem of a book, and I hope based on the fact you are reading a review you want to buy it. I say do.
You might be someone who is looking for a present for their golf mad dad, lad or lady, or you might be a driving range nut looking for a good read. I'm a golf widow and I can honestly say I have never laughed so hard at a single read.
After over a decade away from professional golf, a magical moment on his home course at sunset and comments from playing partners that don't understand why he doesn't make the most of his potential, Tom goes back on the road to try and recapture his dream of being a Pro Golfer. "Bring me the head..." takes you through the highs and very human lows of the Europro circuit, the obsession with swing paths, biorhythms, short game prep, focus, fees and why a good drive and a good putt can make a round. If you have ever been curious about what it would take, what sets your club pro and the Lee Westwood's of this world apart; this would be a good place to start.
If like me you're an Edie (you'll understand when you read this book) and that golf ball lying next to you in bed is the only reason the sport entered your otherwise peaceful existence, and you just want to know what is going through that head of theirs, why they think in yardages, why they can't just have a good round, and why the hell it's so important to stay on plane, and what you should say after they come in from a tournament, or a medal, this is for you too!
An honest and uplifting portrayal of pursuing a dream that will make you laugh out loud...and will certainly make you think twice before you change your shoes on the car park!*
*or at least will make you laugh while you're doing it!