Ageless Alliss takes me back to a childhood wonderland
Nothing said summer holidays as a kid like the relaxed, easy witticisms of Peter Alliss and his commentary of The Open Championship.
I would get up on a Thursday morning to the inevitable journeyman British golfer on top of the leaderboard. Surely my memory is playing tricks on me, but I'm convinced Barry Lane led every Open of the 1990s for at least an hour.
Instead of watching the golf, those summer days tended to be spent playing as Langer and Faldo on the local pitch and putt course.