"Se�or, por favor! Uno ohta bay con agua seen gas con yelo, por favor."
It sounded like:
"Hold it," I said. "That's oh ta bay...con agua...seen gas...con...."
"It has been my pleasure for us to have this talk about the golf. You must come many times to Spain for the golf and bring with you Jack Nicklaus and Arnold Palmer."
"Oh ta bay, was it? Oh ta bay, con gas...seen agua...."
"I am Juan Antonio Andreu, the president of the Spanish Golf Federation. When you come to Spain, you must inquire of my presence."
"I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Let's see. That was oh ta bay, con yelo, con gas...."
As anyone might guess, golf on the continent of Europe has hardly ever been as popular as building castles or sitting around. Professional tournament golf dates back only to the first French Open—er...L'Open de France—held in 1906.
Until recently there had never been any sort of organized European tour. What there had been was a ragged, conflicting, confused, aristocratic, almost secretive schedule that only a few Garridos and Grappasonnis and British journalists knew about. Or, in the distant past, an occasional Walter Hagen and Henry Cotton.
To be honest, the European tour still has several mashies to hit before it can catch up with the Australian tour or the Asian tour or the South African tour or the British tour, much less the American tour, in terms of style, prize money, organization and competitive quality. But all of a sudden things are happening. Europe is trying.