I'd been told there are 10 difficult holes and eight impossible ones. I'm still trying to work out which the 10 difficult holes are.

I'm a golfer - not an athlete.

In my case what happened next in 1999 was that I fell apart over that back nine. When I saw I was in genuine contention that year I felt like throwing up. That remains probably the most nervous I've ever been on a golf course.

I know I'm good enough to contend in each and every major I play.

It's such a psychological and mental game, golf, that the smallest wrong thing at the wrong time can distract you from what you're trying to achieve.

Now I'm giving up a little in the week-to-week tournaments but reaping the benefits in the majors.

The satisfaction you get when you finally beat your dad is amazing, that rush of adrenaline.