Tommy Fleetwood was the talk of the Open on Saturday but a fairytale major victory seems an increasingly unlikely result
You could see the black cloud coming over the horizon. It wasn’t rain (though there was enough of that), nor a collection of anything menacing like hornets; it was just a phalanx of monochrome waterproofs rolling irresistibly up the side of the fairway.
This was Tommy Fleetwood’s army, the thousands of people who flocked to Hoylake on Saturday to support the local lad, second on the leaderboard overnight, as he staged his attempt to get within touching distance of the Claret Jug. He’d called for them, and they were there, now he had to play his part.
