Left on empty

So much hope rested on his shoulders. We are having a terrific run of success in the sporting arena, the latest Chris Froome having won the Tour de France following from last years Bradley Wiggins. 
The applause was polite/enthusiastic as our man, Lee Westwood walked down the 18th after leading the tournament each day, putting up our hopes that he would win the Claret Jug this year. It was not to be, one of those pesky Americans overtook Westwood on the final day and we had to concede that the better man won. Phil Mickelson is a nice chap. In the past I have felt he carried his emotions to much and seemed to plunge into despair when things went wrong but in victory, was an accomplished champion and there was lovely scenes as his family of young daughters hugged him and his wife recently recovered from cancer cast a beautiful American smile to all and sundry. Watching the game unfold is a drama that unfolds like slow torture as shots that yesterday made us smile as we identified with our man, today they drifted away and we were left on empty !!