Pete Barrow: Roary goes tiger hunting
Oct 1 2010 By Pete Barrow
IT SOUNDS eerily like something from a 1950s comic strip – a big sporting showdown between someone called Tiger and his rival Rory.
In fact it would be nice if we could change Northern Ireland’s golfing prodigy Rory McIlroy’s first name to ‘Roary’ for the next three days – it would seem more than fitting.
But it is just fantastic that young McIlroy has taken what was already a spicy conception – the Ryder Cup – and decided to throw what amounts to a handful of the hottest chillies he could find into the mix.
His ‘I wouldn’t mind a shot at Tiger Woods’ comment was inflammatory to the point of instant combustion.
If Woods was feeling uncomfortable in the heat of the media glare already, then having the opposition upstart pup start yapping ‘let me at him, let me at him’ will have made him feel all the more uneasy.
Now I try my damnedest not to be forgetful in these columns and I know that in the past I have taken a swipe at ‘Roary’ for showing a lack of respect.
When he spouted that the Ryder Cup was ‘an exhibition’ and he was more interested in winning majors for personal glory, I recall making some comment about him not being a team player and perhaps not deserving of a call from skipper Colin Montgomerie.
