Monologue If I can just stick this one on to the fairway, hit the green, two putt Ive got a par and I will have surely got the masters. MeId have won the masters.

Is it me or is it really getting hot out here? Look at the sweat patches on me, that’s disgusting, what will the people watching at home think? My shirt is drenched with it! Ah who cares what they think I’m going to win a major I think they’d be sweating as well.

 If I can just stick this one on to the fairway, hit the green, two putt I’ve got a par and I will have surely got the masters. Me…I’d have won the masters.….. Won a Major… a green jacket! I’d be in the golfing world elite… I’d be one of the best…. And most of all I would have beaten the best golfer in the world to do so.

Both players enter the tee box and collect their club of choice from their caddies

 I can see Alex my caddie saying something to me but I don’t know quite what. I can’t hear with all this chanting, what are they saying? Who are they cheering for? Who cares who they are cheering for? It doesn’t matter, why am I even thinking about it? Just concentrate, stop shaking and concentrate.

Lee then moves forward an tee’s up his ball, and starts his pre shot routine.

Pull up the sleeve, pick your spot, line up the face and rip it, don’t let him think you’re nervous or scared, however much you may be sweating. Right, 1…2…..3….