I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping recently. The Ryder Cup was the perfect solution. Switch on and nod off - fantastic!

The only bit that galvanised me to life was when that gormless (presumably Oirish) caddy dropped Toothless-Tiger Woods' 9-iron in the river! Priceless! Ah well Woodsie, don't worry lad, no great loss - just use one of the other dozens of freebies the manufacturers give you.

Oh, and as usual, they all demonstrated that they don't have mirrors in their houses - they should spend a few hours learning dress sense with Trinny and Susannnah.

In other words, it was the same old waste of TV-time, boring over-paid farts playing a stupid boring game. Almost as bad as watching fat boozy bastards playing darts.

Bring on the Cricket, a real game for real men! IMHO! :-)
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