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Nationalist China was represented by a couple of pupils and admirers of Chen Ching-po, the friendly little man with a Ben Hogan swing who shows up at the Masters every year. One, named Hsieh Yung-yo, had a smile and a bow, a good, slow-motion swing and a putting stroke that looked as if he was tapping home plate with a baseball bat. The other was named Lu Liang-huan. He had a crew cut, an equally sound swing and a more realistic putting stroke.
For three rounds the Chinese, who are from Taiwan, either led or were tied for the lead. Lu shot 69-69-72 and Hsieh managed rounds of 70-75-71. This made for some fascinating interviews with the world press. Lu and Hsieh tried hard to please. "Gleen blake funny," Hsieh would say. "Glass glow wrong for Chinee putt." And Lu would offer, "Hook dliver very inconvenient. Partner must make ball go stlate."
When a storm blew across Olgiata on Saturday afternoon no one knew who was going to lead after the third round. The Chinese had to scurry in from the 16th, the Italians and the Americans from the 18th green. It was ruled that they all would complete the rounds on Sunday morning before teeing off on the final 18. At a party that night Boros was asked by a lady who hadn't heard what had happened what he had shot.
"I got a chip and two putts for 73," he said. "Lee has a 10-footer for 70." The lady thought that over momentarily and moved away, frowning.
Meanwhile, with all good humor, Hsieh and Lu wandered around the immense Cavalieri Hilton saying they had shot 62 and 64. Then they would grin. "Chinee play 16-hole golf."
On Sunday the Chinese still led the championship with just nine holes to play on a day that saw the sun shine fit to make the jewels sparkle. Playing with the Americans, Hsieh and Lu went out in 35 and 36 and jumped two strokes up on Trevino and Boros, largely because Lee started with four bogeys in the first five holes before rallying with three birdies. But the Chinese were doomed to crack, or clack. They clacked at the 15th hole, a par-5, by driving terribly, scraping and topping their seconds, and coming away with bogey-par as Trevino and Boros both got birdies. They would ultimately finish fourth, the Chinese, far better than anyone thought, but disappointed at missing after coming so close to their greatest victory since The Sand Pebbles.
While all this was happening, Canada, principally because of surprising old Al Balding, was running off with everything. Balding had played superbly through the gray days of Thursday, Friday and Saturday, and on sunny Sunday he played even better. He shot another 67 (he had done that Saturday as well) and posted a 72-hole score of 274, 14 under par. He practically hand-carried his partner, George Knudson, along to the team championship by two strokes over the U.S., and he won the individual title by five whopping shots over Italy's Roberto Bernardini. Trevino—who gave all the golf balls he had left to the Czechoslovakians and all his rain gear to his Italian caddie—was third and eager to go sightseeing, while Boros was ninth and eager to go to Greece.
"I had no idea we were winning," said Balding, a 44-year-old pro who has been around the U.S. tour longer than arguments but who has rarely ever won. "I didn't know it until the 18th fairway. I was just playing the best golf of my life and really enjoying it."
Trevino and Boros had not played their best, but they had played well enough to pass the Chinese under pressure and well enough to have won for America in other years. It wasn't the first time the U.S. has been beaten in the championship. The Argentineans have won it, the Irish have won it, the South Africans, the Japanese, the Australians have won it and now the Canadians. And this is what the World Cup is all about. Golf doesn't need a Motor City Open every week.