Dear Mum,
Well, that's it. Nine years it's taken 'em, but Zinger's boys had more than enough minerals to win the cup. As we speak, I'm writing this final postcard from the closing ceremony, and if truth be told, it's all a bit cringeworthy. Crap music, terrible suits, embarrassing WAGs - some things never change...
Turns out that Nick Faldo was Steve McClaren in disguise after all. Haven't got a clue what he was doing throwing cheap beer to us European spectators? Probably trying to make some friends. What a loner. Heaven knows how he got this gig in the first place...
I've decided to delay my flight back to Blighty by a week. My new best pal Boo Weekley's invited me to do a bit of hunting and fishing, and I just couldn't say no to an offer like that. Gotta love a bloke who rides his driver like a horse down the fairway! I reckon we're going to combatibate just fine. Anyway, JB Holmes has cracked open a bottle of bourbon...
Hugs and kisses,
Jack x