by Andy Farrell
After players have failed to emulate Sarazen at the 15th, they have to walk over a bridge that is now named after him to get to the green. The bridge over Rae’s Creek to the 12th green is named after Ben Hogan for his then tournament record score of 274 in 1953, while the bridge back across the stream from the 13th tee is named after Byron Nelson, who picked up six strokes on leader Ralph Guldahl by scoring a birdie and an eagle at the 12th and 13th in 1937. And if your ball refuses to stay up on the bank above Rae’s Creek at the 12th, then you are just not destined to win as Fred Couples was in 1992, when moist and slightly longer than usual grass on that bank saved the American in the final round.
But it is not just the good stuff that gets remembered at Augusta. Weiskopf is not the only player to have a 13 on the course; Tommy Nakajima did likewise at the 13th hole in 1978. ‘Augusta is easy until you start doing things wrong – and it’s easy to start doing things wrong,’ said Tom Watson. ‘Each wrong decision or wrong shot can multiply on you; it can spiral on you. It exposes every weakness. It exposes your doubts. I’ve seen it happen and it’s happened to me. Augusta has a singular ability to make you feel helpless.’
At Augusta, a player has to contend with his own past disasters and everyone else’s demons as well. This is exaggerated for the generation of golfers who grew up with ever-greater television coverage of the tournament. Players fear making a mistake because the consequences of doing so are seared into their memories. So on the 12th tee, as the wind swirls and swirls, players stand motionless, one hand on the head of a club that still rests in the bag, as if auditioning for the role of The Thinker by Rodin.
As Jones himself wrote: ‘When a player is familiar with a course, as each hole is played, it is natural for him to conjure up in his mind visions of the way in which he has encountered trouble before on that hole. There is then a part of his concentration taken up with something he ought not to do, and that is so much taken away from the ability to play the stroke correctly. This is nothing but fear – dread of what may happen to the shot about to be played.’
‘There is an element to Augusta that has a scare factor to it,’ Faldo said. ‘You know where you can’t miss the ball. All the chip shots are tough. You have to loft the ball perfectly onto the green and you’ve got to release it and let it run perfectly. If you get either one of them fractionally wrong, it makes a massive difference. So that is always in the back of your mind. The great thing about Augusta is that the more you bail out, the harder it gets. You have to stay what I call “defensively aggressive”. You’ve got to be able to hit the ball as close as you dare to the ultimate spot. You have to control your fear to hit the shots you have to hit.’
A great dichotomy about the Masters is that players have to get to know the course – only three golfers have won on their debut – in order to understand all the subtleties of the design, but that also brings experience of what not to do. The course forces players to think, but the trick is not to think about the bad stuff. Under pressure, however, that becomes harder to do and the pressure increases as the week goes on. ‘Every day, every minute, the greens become a little more difficult to read and the fairways become narrower,’ said veteran US tour player Frank Beard.
He added: ‘It is hard to spar with history and tradition. You have to be able to keep it out in front of you like it’s a punching bag and you punch at it. I could never quite get the right perspective the way Nicklaus could. I don’t think I ever felt like I was worthy enough to win a Masters. I dreamt of it, but I don’t think I ever saw myself in the winner’s circle. When we went to Augusta, Nicklaus became someone different. He was worthy. He was a champion.’
Sports psychologist Dr Bob Rotella told golf writer Dave Shedloski: ‘This is probably the one tournament – because of what Augusta is, what it represents – where guys go into it with so much desire to win that it almost overwhelms them psychologically. They make one mistake and they take it way too seriously. They try to get their games too perfect, and they try too hard. Then there’s an intimidation factor of stepping onto this very important golf course, this historic place where you better dress right and act right and talk right, and it gets you out of your comfort zone. They have so much respect for the place that they don’t want to mess up in any way. Throw all that into the mix of wanting to do great there, combined with getting into the history books – all of that comes to bear and might be more important than the golf course itself.’
After the second round of the 1996 Masters, Faldo was asked for his strategy on playing the 12th hole. ‘Well, I try to breathe in and out,’ he said. On the same day, Corey Pavin was asked what it was about the hole that ‘seems to be driving everybody up the wall’. He replied: ‘Isn’t that like a standard question every year?’
Pavin added: ‘The green is very shallow. I would say at most the depth from front left to back left is 15 yards and in the middle from front edge to back edge it is probably ten feet.’ The moderator for the interview, Augusta member Dan Yates, confirmed those figures before Pavin continued. ‘Also, it’s a very flat green. So a shot that you hit in there, it’s hard to hold it because it is not hitting into any slope. That makes it difficult. And anything that trickles over the green, there’s a slope behind the green, so it will go away from you.
‘And there’s the creek. It’s a shot you want to cut. The way the wind is blowing today, it’s right to left in your face and if you miss your shot a little bit, it’s going to get hung up in the wind and come up short. If you go left, it’s going to go long. You have to be precise with it. And when the wind’s blowing, it’s hard to be that precise.’
In Life Swings, Faldo wrote of the hole: ‘Standing on the tee, you have to make a decision on exactly where you want to land the ball; you cannot afford to pick a club then change your mind or you will have to start the thought process all over again. Given the brutish angle of the 12th green, if you intend to go for the heart of the target area then suddenly think, “No, I’ll go left,” you will have too much club, but if you decide to go right, you will come up short. It is one of the subtlest holes in world golf.’
In 1990 in the final round, Faldo went into the back left bunker and had a plugged lie. He got his second shot just over the lip and kept it from going into the creek but he still had to make a 15-footer up a slope from just off the green to save his par. It was an important moment in the round, allowing him to charge to the top of the leaderboard over the last six holes and get into a playoff. He was playing that day with Nicklaus. They had not exchanged a word until that point. Faldo said: ‘Thank God we don’t have to play that hole every week.’ Nicklaus replied: ‘Hell, I’ve been playing it for the last 35 years.’ Faldo, cheekily: ‘That’s older than me, Jack.’ No further response from Nicklaus.
Six years later, Nicklaus was playing the final round well ahead of the leaders. In the group just ahead of him, Fred Funk had hit his tee shot at the 12th over the green into the bunker back left. As Funk prepared to play his next shot he discovered a two-foot-long snake in the sand. He looked towards a rules official for some help but was told to play on. It is well known that Nicklaus does not like snakes. Before their playoff for the US Open at Merion in 1970, Lee Trevino produced a rubber snake from his bag and threw it across the tee, frightening the life out of the Bear. Nicklaus now hit his tee shot at the 12th into the same bunker with the snake in it and, as he walked towards the green, rules officials from both the 11th and 12th greens managed to persuade the snake to disappear into the woods behind the green.
Faldo had pars at the hole on the first two days and then dropped a shot in the third round when he went over the green. On the first day, no balls at all went in the water. On the Friday, the 12th was the hardest hole on the course. It all depends on the pin position and the wind. Norman birdied the hole on Thursday and did a Fred Couples on the Friday when his ball stayed up on the bank and he chipped close to save par. On Saturday he found the water and then dropped in a position that gave him a third
shot from around 80 yards and he managed to get up and down for a bogey four.
On Sunday, just when he needed something positive to go in his favour, Norman had found the water again. Once more he dropped in a position to give himself a shot from around 80 yards as he had the previous day. He hit a good third shot, but not the great one he needed, leaving himself a 12-footer for bogey. Faldo putted first from 15 feet for a birdie and stroked it a foot past the hole, a confident putt that only just missed on the left, and he then tapped in for his par. Norman, again taking an age over the ball, never got the ball running at the hole. It finished just short and below the hole and he tapped in for a double bogey five.
Extraordinarily, Norman had taken a five at each of the last five holes: par, bogey, bogey, bogey, double bogey. Over those five holes Faldo had made up six strokes with nothing more than a birdie at the 8th followed by four pars. He had gone from four behind to two ahead. Had it indeed been matchplay that afternoon they would have now shaken hands on a 7 and 6 victory to Faldo. Eight strokes had been exchanged in 12 holes and now Norman trailed for the first time since early on Thursday.
Faldo, still at nine under par, led by two from Norman at seven under, with Frank Nobilo and Phil Mickelson at five under par after 15 and 13 holes respectively. After a bogey at the 12th, Mickelson birdied the 13th from the pine straw right of the fairway, not quite the stunner he hit 14 years later from an even trickier spot but another sign of his willingness to go for broke. At four under par were Duffy Waldorf and Scott Hoch, while Davis Love had the clubhouse lead on three under.
Until then, the largest lead lost at the Masters was the five-stroke advantage Ed Snead relinquished in 1979. The 34-year-old three-time tour winner was five ahead of Watson and Craig Stadler with a round to play and was still three ahead with three to play. But he bogeyed each of the 16th, the 17th and the 18th, where he missed a three-footer for the victory. He shot a 76 and ended up in a playoff with Watson and Zoeller. All three parred the 10th hole but Zoeller won with a birdie at the 11th. This was the only time Snead contended at Augusta, and afterwards he only won once more in his career.
For Norman, his latest collapse had become a long-drawn-out, gut-wrenching affair. By now he was six over par for the day and in danger of not breaking 80. ‘I just told myself it’s not over,’ he said. ‘I was two back and I said you can finish with straight birdies. A good run to the barn is what I said to myself in my head. I never gave up belief that I could win the tournament. But Nick played great golf the last six holes. Very, very solid.’
Was Norman still thinking straight? To his credit, a couple of birdies did arrive in the next few holes but it was Faldo’s summation of the situation that hit the mark. He said that night: ‘It’s excessive pressure. It’s the highest degree of accuracy of any golf course. It’s the most strategic-thinking golf course in the world. You know what it’s like, how they set it up. As the week goes on and the screws get tighter, it’s a very tough golf course. That’s what makes it tough.’
What Faldo said to his caddie Fanny Sunesson as they walked back to the 13th tee was: ‘Bloody hell, now it’s mine to lose.’
Azalea
Hole 13
Yards 485; Par 5
AS HE PREPARED to tee off at the 13th hole, Nick Faldo looked anything but machine-like. He was a whirl of motion, or at least of slow and soft movements, not fidgety exactly, just loose. He took his glove out of his pocket, rubbed his nose, put the glove on his left hand and took his driver out of the bag. He placed his ball on a tee in the ground and took two steps back, wiped his left hand down the left side of his shirt, then stretched each arm in the air one after the other.
He took two practice swings, the first just the backswing and the downswing, arriving back at the address position, then a complete swing all the way to the top of the follow-through. Then he took another step back and briefly rested the grip of his driver on his thigh while he spread the fingers of each hand. As he walked forward towards the tee markers and his ball, he transferred the club from his left hand to his right, then back to his left hand. He placed the clubhead behind the ball and gave it a waggle. Then he spread his feet into his stance. Backwards and forwards he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
And then he hit the ball. The process took almost exactly a minute and at no point was he completely still, at no point could tension be allowed to creep into his body. Faldo was now leading the 60th Masters by two strokes from Greg Norman. He did not actually hit the best of drives at this always-critical par-five. It finished just on the edge of the fairway up by the copse of trees on the right, but not in them. Not ideal but fine in the circumstances. This is how Faldo had learnt to feel the pressure and still be able to cope. Faldo the golfer was no robot.
Yet he often was labelled a machine after having parred all 18 holes to win the Open Championship at Muirfield in 1987. Further proof seemed evident in the mechanical way he had spent two years completely dismantling his swing and putting it back together again.
Sports science was in its infancy in Faldo’s heyday but he was at the forefront of it. He was prepared to work tirelessly with his coach, David Leadbetter, to understand which bits of his action worked and which did not and needed upgrading (pretty much all was in the latter category). But he was also aware of the need to attend to fitness, nutrition and psychology, although the last he only admitted years later when it had become fashionable rather than a reason to be laughed off the fairways. The week before the 1996 Masters his eyes underwent electrical stimulation massage from American eye specialist Craig Farnsworth, so it was no surprise to him that he was near the top of the putting statistics for the week.
What Faldo never lost sight of, however, was the passion needed to endure and ultimately conquer. All the vital preparation was only a prelude to hitting the right shot at the moment it mattered most. On the 18th hole at Muirfield in 1987, he had 190 yards to the green and thought about hitting a soft four-iron, as the yardage suggested and logic demanded, and instead, taking into account the adrenalin of the situation, went for a hard five-iron.
This is no machine talking: ‘You can’t imagine what it is like to try and play in those conditions. It’s like those heart-stopping moments when you think you’re going to be involved in a car crash. You go all hot and cold. It’s such an important moment and yet it’s over in seconds. I had to hit the shot and I didn’t know if I could – but I knew it had to be done. Then, suddenly, there it was flying straight at the green and all I could think was, “Cor, look at that.” ’
He probably should have hit the four-iron since his approach finished on the front of the green, 40 feet from the hole. He putted up pin-high but five feet wide of the cup. He knew he had to hole the putt to win his first major championship. And he did. But he was not the champion until Paul Azinger, the overnight leader playing in the pairing behind Faldo, had bogeyed the 18th hole. The American had led by three strokes at the turn but came home in four over, bogeying the 17th hole as well as the last. Not for the last time, Faldo had won by avoiding mistakes when others could not do so.
In Beyond the Fairways, David Davies wrote of Faldo’s 18 successive pars that: ‘It led to him being labelled “machine-like” and “boring”, yet nothing could have been further from the truth. Some of Faldo’s pars were as exciting as any eagle, given the strain of the occasion. At the 8th, he was in a bunker some 30 yards from the green and hit it to four feet, to save his four. His huge sigh of relief was echoed later when he described that moment as crucial.’
‘I was trying to make birdies,’ Faldo told Golf World in 2002. ‘Everyone makes a big thing of the 18 straight pars, and it used to irritate me a bit when people said I was boring because I churned out all those pars. If it had been four bogeys and four birdies, they would have described it as extraordinarily exciting. I was trying to birdie every hole, but I was nervous. I hadn’t won a major before, the weather was like pea soup all week, and I wasn’t putting great.’
The better Faldo became, winning more by making fewer mistakes, the worse it got. By 1990 he was the most dominant player in the world but Peter Dobereiner, in a tongue-in-cheek column for Golf Digest that year, pointed out there was a conflict between his twin ambitions to win every major – he had won the Masters and the Open at St Andrews that year as well as just missing out on a playoff at the US Open – and inspiring people to fall in love with the game. ‘My advice,’ Dobereiner wrote, ‘is that you perfect your recovery shots. Then, once you have the situation well under control, you can enjoy yourself by devising private challenges. “What if I were to pull-hook a drive onto that tiny island in the middle of the lake and then blast a three-wood over the trees onto the green?” That sort of thing. That would do a world of good both for you and your golf. After all, nobody loves a machine and nobody would want to take up a game that a machine can play better than a human.’
