The St Andrews Golf Club

Short holes punish greed first.

Sand on every side. The green is the only safe place.

Fly it all the way in. There is no running route.

A wedge, a firm heart, and no peeking.

Take one more club than pride suggests.

Centre of the green, every day of the week.

Pick a spot on the green and mean it.

A wood from the tee is not a confession. Take it.

The water is nearer the tee than the green. Ignore it.

The wind does more up here than the trees admit.

Under-clubbing is the oldest mistake on this tee.

One good swing. That is the whole assignment.

Par walks off this tee less often than it should.

Anything timid rolls back down to say hello.

Running one in through the front is the percentage play.

Downhill, the ball stays up longer than feels right.

All carry. Choose the club that clears it twice.

Good players aim away from the pin here. Be one.

Half a club less, and let the hill do the rest.

Aim at the fat of the green and putt for your two.

The miss is short here. It is nearly always short.

A three here never hurt anyone.

The green sits smaller than it reads from the tee.

The bank forgives nothing. Land it on top.

Swing at eighty per cent. The yardage is honest.

Long leaves the harder chip. Believe the number.

Running one in through the front is the percentage play.

Downhill, the ball stays up longer than feels right.

A wood from the tee is not a confession. Take it.

The bank forgives nothing. Land it on top.

The water is nearer the tee than the green. Ignore it.

Anything timid rolls back down to say hello.

The bank forgives nothing. Land it on top.

The water is nearer the tee than the green. Ignore it.

Fly it all the way in. There is no running route.

Anything timid rolls back down to say hello.

Running one in through the front is the percentage play.

Anything timid rolls back down to say hello.

The water is nearer the tee than the green. Ignore it.

All carry. Choose the club that clears it twice.

A wood from the tee is not a confession. Take it.