Canary yellow? Custard cream, more like.
A reader contacted the blog about this, and after reviewing the tape from yesterday’s second round I can confirm that yes, Luke Donald’s trousers were indeed a crime against civilised taste and decency. Some trousers might be louder, some busier, but Donald’s are never really worn with the requisite levels of good humour or irony; he’s sandwiched awkwardly between Ian Poulter and Martin Kaymer (I should emphasise the fact that I’m speaking figuratively: that’s a literal sandwich no one wants to see).
Were yesterday’s offence a one-off, you could let it slide, but it’s only the most recent in a long line of prior offences. Saturday at the Masters, anyone?
Serial offender
Okay, one more:
Harbour Town: the golfing gods decreed that these were not to be the trousers of a champion
Case closed.
Conor Nagle
