Some highlights of 1949

First Prize to S. M. McCready


By HENRY LONGHURST


It may not be a very original award, but on the whole I think the first prize for 1949 must go to the Amateur Champion, S. M. McCready, for his victory at Portmarnock; not merely for the fact of winning, but for the manner in which he did it. I doubt whether anyone has won the Championship with so powerful and prolonged an exhibition of first-class golf. His round of 70 on the morning of the final against the American, Willie Turnesa, a score which will be appreciated by all who know Portmarnock even if only by reputation, may well have been the round of the year. 

Earlier, of course, he had eliminated the redoubtable Frank Stranahan, holder of the title. I did not see a great deal of this match, but nothing will erase from my mind the memory of the last few holes of his semi-final against Kenneth Thom: first of all Thom, apparently beaten, holing a gigantic putt on the 18th to keep the game alive ; then McCready, away out in the rough on the right of the 19th making what one would have thought to be an impossible recovery to within a yard or two of the green ; and finally, with Thorn's ball stone dead on the 20th, and his own about ten yards above the hole on a treacherous looking slope, McCready running the ball boldly down the hill and into the back of the hole. How far it would otherwise have gone past is a matter on which we need not speculate ! 

I do not remember a final which raised our hopes so high, from the International point of view, nor dashed them later so low, only to send them soaring at the end. As McCready lost the four holes lead he had gained in the morning and as Turnesa holed the cruellest eight-yarder imaginable on the 14th to become one up with four to play, the sun, which in the morning had turned it into a technicolour final with vast white clouds riding across over the vivid blue of Dublin Bay and the golden yellow sands, gave place to thunder and lightning and rain, and with them the hopes of the British correspondingly declined. And then when all was almost lost, up came three holes in a row and, before he knew where he was, McCready was being cheered shoulder high to the clubhouse by his frenzied compatriots.


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