There's no set time or schedule for developing one's skills as a professional golfer, and it certainly doesn't come overnight. It's a muscle-memory exercise that comes over time.

I'm glad I brought this course, this monster, to its knees.

Every day you miss playing or practicing is one day longer it takes to be good.

As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round.

Golf was my life. I didn't want to give it up. So I went to work!

You hear stories about me beating my brains out practising, but the truth is, I was enjoying myself. I couldn't wait to get up in the morning, so I could hit balls. When I'm hitting the ball where I want, hard and crisply, it's a joy that very few people experience.

Certainly, if you can't manage your game, you can't play tournament golf. You continually have to ask yourself what club to play, where to aim it, whether to accept a safe par or to try to go for a birdie. You can't play every hole the same way. I never could.