PJ Browne: Lads, you're giving golf a bad name
Apparently there was no shout of 'fore!' before someone allegedly got hit in Lucan Golf Club after a Wednesday four-ball back in 2003.
A Leeds supporter, of which there are not too many, had a civil game with three other friends and took a few bets of a fiver on Manchester United. According to evidence given in the Circuit Civil Court, he was then goaded by an 'anybody but United' fan to take a bet of €100 against United winning.
He resisted the temptation and this allegedly led to a row in the toilet, at which point one makes allegations against the other. Of course, it's not for me to comment on the the veracity of these allegations.
The game of golf is -- we're told -- a game played by ladies and gentlemen, who make the effort to get a little ball into a small hole after pucking it up a fairway a number of times. Some take less pucks than others, of course.
I have heard of good wagers on a Wednesday four-ball where a pair could bet the the large sum of 'one, one one'. That, of course, is €1 for the front nine, €1 for the back nine and €1 for the overall 18 holes.
The rules of golf dictate that decorum must be upheld at all times, and it usually is by the vast majority of players.
Not so the Queensbury rules.
These rules allow tempers to flare and aggression to vent itself in the most unladylike and ungentlemanly fashion. When there is no confined ring involved, the count of eight is not even observed between each knock down.
Now for any grown-up individual to allegedly behave like this, in a golf club of all places, lowers the tone of a great game and spoils the club's surroundings for the majority of others.
It is infantile, downright bad behaviour.
For men to get so upset over Manchester United is most unbecoming.
Cop on lads and shake hands. There is more to life than Manchester United, after all. There is that game called golf played by ladies and gentlemen who always shout 'fore' when they are after putting a fellow golfer in any type of danger.
I don't mind losing 'one, one, one' on a Wednesday afternoon. But I would hate to lose what a legal case will cost.
PJ Browne is a former detective superintendent