There is no doubt in my mind that the “War by the Shore,” as the
1991 Ryder Cup Matches on the Ocean Course on Kiawah Island, South Carolina,
will forever be known, was the most exciting and infuriatingly antagonistic
contest ever in the biennial series, certainly within the LINKS era.
The hostile nature became immediately apparent in the very first
foursome on day one when longtime adversaries Seve Ballesteros and Paul Azinger
traded accusations of cheating and bad sportsmanship.
At the end of a very long first day, the U.S. led 4½–3½. Those
scores were reversed on the second day, so the teams were tied going into the
tumultuous final day of 12 singles matches.
Nick Faldo and David Feherty gave the Europeans a perfect start,
winning the first two points. But the American squad, which included Payne
Stewart, Fred Couples and Mark O’Meara, had gained a one-point lead by the time
the final pairing of Hale Irwin and Bernhard Langer came up the 18th fairway all
square.
It was fitting that two of the toughest competitors on either side
of the Atlantic would carry the hopes of their teams and supporters as they came
down to the wire under the most intense pressure I had ever witnessed. Langer
needed to win the hole for a 14–14 tie that would allow the Euros to retain the cup after their win at the Belfry two years
earlier.
Langer’s approach wound up 30 feet from the hole, while Irwin
missed the green then hit a poor chip 20 feet short of the pin. Langer’s bold
first putt ran six feet past, while Irwin’s came up two feet short. Langer
conceded the putt, setting the stage for his Cup-deciding putt.
With the surrounding dunes packed to capacity, Langer addressed the slippery left-to-right putt with
his left-hand-low grip. Poor Bernhard had battled the yips more successfully
than any top player in the history of the game, going from the depths of despair
to the top-ranked putter on the European Tour. He made a good stroke but the
ball slid over the right edge. I find it difficult to believe that any golfer,
even Tiger Woods, could have holed the putt under the circumstances.
At the time Langer missed the putt I was drinking in the clubhouse
with Feherty’s lovely parents, all of us hardly bearing to watch. And then
within but a few minutes, Irwin was summoning me to the door of the tiny
clubhouse. “Bring me a tumbler of Dewar’s please,” Hale begged. He gulped it
down in one fell swoop and said: “I hope I never have to go through that kind of
pressure again!”
Minutes later Langer entered by another door, tears streaming down
his face. I tried vainly to console him. “The European team, not just you, lost
the Cup,” I said. But it meant nothing to dear Bernhard, as tough and decent a
golfer as has ever lived.
Never before or since has the Ryder Cup hinged on the final putt
on the final hole in the final match.
