I mean, what's not to like? McIlroy, the product of staunchly working-class parents who worked a multitude of jobs to give their only son every chance of making it in golf, is immensely amiable and approachable and, despite the riches that have come his way so early in life, refreshingly modest. He knows that, despite his precocious physical talents, his all-round game remains a work in progress.
That sort of thoughtful approach certainly seemed to pay off on Day 3 of what is only McIlroy's third Masters. Not once did he get ahead of himself; not once was he tempted into over-aggression. His was a performance of great maturity.
Of course, he was always meant to be a golfer. When his father Gerry -- himself a low-handicap player -- first took his son to the Holywood club on the outskirts of Belfast, his innate ability was immediately obvious. As was his dedication. When the Holywood professional Michael Bannon --still McIlroy's coach -- decided that, at age 11, his young charge should weaken what was a dangerously strong left-hand grip, the young Rory went at it with a vengeance.
His mother Rosie tells the story of looking into Rory's bedroom when he was in the midst of applying Bannon's latest advice. There he was, fast asleep, his arms outside the bedcovers and his hands resolutely placed on the grip in a perfectly neutral position.
Now, ten years on, those same limbs have the chance to be slipping into golf's most famous garment, something McIlroy has spent his young life dreaming about.
"I do think about the majors a lot," he admits. "While I want to win tournaments and World Golf Championships, it is the majors that define your career. Even though I've only won twice as a pro, I feel like I have the game to win a major title."
Yes Rory, you do.
-- John Huggan





























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