The British succeeded in doing what Joe Carr hoped they would, carrying their mood into a triumphant Friday, throughout which they belabored the Americans. U.S. Amateur Champion Bill Campbell won a singles match as did Deane Beman, but the Terrible Twins led a rout of the rest. Clark won 5 and 3 over Mark Hopkins, America's best college player last year, and Townsend had four straight birdies on the first nine to ice his match against Billy Joe Patton. After winning, the tall, good-looking Townsend attracted a small covey of pretty girls who followed him out on the course to watch his teammates complete their matches. When his friend Michael Lunt sank a difficult putt to close out another British victory, Peter said to one of the girls, "Come on, let's rush down on the green and give him a big kiss." In all, the British took six of eight singles matches and two of four team matches for a seemingly safe 8-3 lead (one match was a draw, which scores no points).
Throughout Friday, Joe Carr, who had decided to be a nonplaying captain, dashed from fairway to fairway, binoculars swinging from his shoulder, spurring his players with little remarks of encouragement. "Nice shot, Peter," he would call. He paused to watch a drive of Clive Clark's sail down the middle of the fairway. "There he goes," shouted Carr admiringly, "straight down the hi-diddle diddle," and he was off at a trot to examine the progress of another match. At one point in the afternoon, when the British had already built a 5-3 lead with three tight matches still left on the course, Carr rushed breathlessly up to some reporters and said, "I can't keep track of the bloody thing."
"You'd better," said one of the newsmen. "You're winning."
"Ah, but I wouldn't be satisfied against you fellows," said Carr, "even if we were leading 12 to 0. I know how you chaps can recover."
Joe Carr's apprehensions over his team's early lead seemed more rhetorical than real, but he knew a few things about American golfers that a lot of other people had forgotten. After all, it was only two years ago at Turnberry that the Americans had turned a first day's deficit of 3-6 into a 12-8 victory.
On Saturday morning the British held firm in the four team matches to take a 10-5 lead, and now they needed to win only two of the eight afternoon singles matches to crate the cup and send it home. Once more they got off to early leads and victory looked sure, but suddenly, hole by hole, it began to slip away. Bill Campbell started it by beating Rodney Foster on the 16th green. Little Sandy Saddler—perhaps the only golfer Deane Beman can look down on—lost to Beman on the 18th green. Gray-haired Ed Tutwiler of Indianapolis got three down to Ronnie Shade after four holes, and then won seven straight to beat him. By now the drops of sweat were showing on the not-so-stiff upper lips of Joe Carr and the British rooters in the gallery.
There was momentary relief when Gordon Cosh clobbered Don Allen of Rochester, for just behind this twosome Peter Townsend was involved in a furious battle with Downing Gray. At the 11th, the irrepressible Peter holed out a bunker shot from 45 yards away to take a one-hole lead. If he could just hold on he would be the man, or boy, of the hour. But Gray caught him with a birdie at the 14th, and went on to beat him 1 up. Finally the British disaster reached the point where salvation rested on the imperturbable Clive Clark, who had to tie Mark Hopkins to save his team. Two down at 15, he finished 3-3-3, sinking a 35-foot birdie putt on 18 to catch Hopkins and make the 20th Walker Cup Match end in a tie.
That final, glorious putt of Clark's saved the British but failed to gain the cup. Speaking afterwards, a deeply disappointed Joe Carr said, "If I live to be a hundred, I'll never be prouder than I was of our golfers. But I'll never make a hundred if I have to live through two more days like the last two."