The next time I cry about golf it will only be with joy. It's not worth crying over golf for any other reason. After all, it's only a game.

I think there came a time - probably when I was about 13 - when I started to struggle with an increasing volume of schoolwork and the demands from my golfing schedule and aspirations. I'm not sure if the decision to leave school was very clear in my mind then but I did know that in the juggling between the two, my energies were most definitely in the golfing direction.

I'm afraid there are no replays or second chances in amateur or professional golf, and that's the way it should be.

With success comes expectation, and I know the expectation on me is going to be pretty high.

It's a great feeling to know that I've played the best golf throughout the season of any of the guys for the second time in three years, it's really nice.

Because I lived so close to the school and walked there every day, I used to enjoy the school bus trips.

My game wasn't where it should have been at all at the start of the year. I got into a couple of bad habits on my swing, and it just took me a little bit of time to get out of them.