We’ve not had so much fun with the Masters on a Sunday night since Downton finished.
The magical Danny Willett and a resurgent Lee Westwood lording it over golf’s greatest in Augusta, Georgia. Fantastic.
Nerves of Sheffield steel and the will to be great, not bad for a vicar’s lad from Hackenthorpe.
And Lee Westwood, hit his best form again to finish joint second behind Willett to bag his share of the half a million pounds second prize money – Danny will be bringing home a shade over £1.25 million for his four days’ work and a lifetime’s dedication.
For Willett these ‘crazy’ few days started with the birth of a son and ended on Sunday with a new green jacket and world renown.
And how did he react? ‘We’re alrayt now aren’t we?’ Class.
Sunday was also his wife’s birthday I hope he remembered her card, Masters champion or not…
Another local lad doing alrayt is that Neil Warnock. So how does this football manager thing work? How does Warnock do it but Rafa Benitez can’t?
How does Claudio Ranieri - and Nigel Pearson before him - do it on limited resources at a small-city club like Leicester and Louis Van Gaal can’t at Manchester United?.
What is it about effective but limited Robert Huth and Wes Morgan that’s better than international regulars Daley Blind and Chris Smalling – or any other centre back pairing you care to mention? Organisation.
Organisation, hard work, belief in a method, team spirit and graft.
Yes, every team should have those and to be fair, most do. But sometimes it all comes together with flair and few special talents and the sky is the limit. In an uncharacteristic fit of wisdom two months ago this column tipped Leicester to win the league and Rotherham to stay up.
The Rotherham prediction was the bolder back then. They were well adrift and had struggled to maintain any form all season.
But Neil Warnock is Neil Warnock.
He does what he does - brilliantly at places like Notts County, Huddersfield, Sheffield United, Queens Park Rangers and Crystal Palace – despite some notable disappointments along the way.
And he’s going to do it again at the New York stadium where the Millers revival has elevated his status in fans’ eyes to somewhere between Ronnie Moore and the Chuckle Brothers.
It doesn’t get any better than that.