This week Britain’s first ever Race Relations law tuned 50 years old and Birmingham poet Benjamin Zepinahiah wrote a poem saying that things would get better.
“I see a time, when all over the country, black people will play golf”.
I would like to see that too, and if that line in the poem had been written in 1996 then it might have been prophetic. But now that Tiger Woods future is so uncertain, where is the next man who will make all ethnic groups believe that this is for them? In the past week Woods has made it clear that he doesn’t know when he will return to full time competition.
Asked about his return he said:
“I have no answer to that, neither does my surgeon or my physio. There is no timetable. There is nothing to look forward to, nothing I can build towards. Where is the light at the end of the tunnel? I don’t know. He says that any good golf now would be “gravy” on top of a career which saw him ranked World No 1 for 623 weeks. “If that’s all it entails, then I’ve had a pretty good run”.
Such a bleak assessment of his future led to Rory McIlroy saying “Golf without him doesn’t bear thinking about”.
Sadly it may be that Woods’ 40th birthday at the end of this month may unbelievably prompt him to start thinking about retirement. Who would have thought?