Good evening ladies and gentleman.
Our bags are packed, our beers are cold and our mobiles are firmly packed away for the next 4 days.
Carnoustie here we come....
Dumping in dodgy portakabins, beer in plastic glass, £8 bacon rolls - no, not London pubs.... THE OPEN!
The sense of anticipation on the Thursday morning, the flags blowing above the main stands, the yellow rough, the sun scorched fairways, Ivor "no toilet break" Robson announcing the final 3 ball and making a mad dash to said portakabin... how does the man do it!!
Stay away from the t**ts in the Bollinger tent, walk the course am / get a seat at the 16th pm.
That's how to enjoy the world's finest sporting event.