The passing of Seve Ballesteros in May last year was inevitable. He’d been dying a slow and painful death for several years with a cancerous brain tumour and not even the magic he displayed in getting out of seemingly impossible situations on the golf course could save him.
As a three-times British Open champion, he so desperately wanted to attend the 150th anniversary of the world’s oldest champion but was so ill he couldn’t make the trip. He sent a video message to his fellow past champions to be played at their annual dinner and, from all reports, even the toughest nut among them was reduced to tears.