Derek Lawrenson of The Daily Mail writes an interesting column about Monty's bid to get in shape and his "never give up" attitude (it's downright funny at times).
In a sport where players half his age are knackered if they play more than three tournaments in a row, how on earth does he keep going, week after week? More pertinently, how does he manage to keep proving people wrong?
For a firm pointer, journey back with me a few weeks into the bowels of the Celtic Manor Hotel. There, making a beeline for the gym with his personal trainer, was the most miserable- looking specimen you have seen in your life. Forget how Monty looks when he is missed a 5ft putt. Nothing compares to the expression on his face at the thought of the treadmill. 'Not me this, is it?' he said. No, it isn't.
Isn't walking a golf course enough?
Doubts still remain, of course. Monty has hardly hit a decent shot in a major since he threw away the U.S. Open in 2006. Can he still play the big shots and hole the crucial putts when a title is on the line?
But, two months after he married a woman with more money than he has, you cannot help but admire the manner in which he continues to rage against these doubts, and tackle the corrosive effects of age and wealth.
