Our conscious mental machinery is obsessed by the problems of getting the ball up to the hole and into the hole. Our golfing self should be concerned with something quite different, with the movements necessary to produce a good shot.
These movements are controlled by remembered feel and the only concentrating we must do is in guarding this "remembered feel" from interference.
That is why when a match grows to a climax the great player is apt to become slower and slower. It is not that the putt on the last green is more difficult than that on the first; probably his experienced eye tells him all he needs to know about it at first glance.
But he potters about, sometimes to the annoyance of uninitiated spectators, until he has pushed all that the putt means out of his mind, until all he is conscious of is the feel of the stroke that will hole the ball. Then, and not until then, he can hole it.
If you want my idea of the ideal mental attitude to the game I will give it you in two wordsWalter Hagen's! Walter Hagen was not only one of the greatest golfers, he was one of the most buoyant.
Wherever he played he simply oozed with the joy of life. The more he was up against it the better he played. He really enjoyed a fight and the harder it was the more superb his confidence.
The general verdict is that the Hage had a "marvellous temperament for the game." And what do we mean by that? My own interpretation
is that the Hage had perfect psycho-physical equilibrium, that his mind and body were perfectly balanced and perfectly correlated for the purpose of the game of golf.
Walter Hagen had found by trial and error, as most of us do, how he could best hit the ball. He had got the feel of his shots thoroughly into his system and could pull them out whenever he wanted. While he was playing he inhibited any extraneous matters in the most effective way possible he refused to let them into that part of himself that was concerned with his golf. So he could play his best in circumstances that would have turned gray the hair of any less perfectly adjusted player.
Please note that the Hage did not concentrate in the accepted sense. He did not shut extraneous matters out of his mind; he merely shut them out of his golf. While he was playing he would talk intelligently about any subject that cropped up, stocks and shares, eating and drinking, politics or puritanism. Nothing, neither wind nor weather, bad greens, tight corners, or unduly chatty opponents, ever made the Hage tense. Consequently golf never exhausted him; he was as fresh at the end of a Championship as he was at its beginning.
Incidentally this mental limberness was not left behind on the last green. I remember talking to him at Sandwich on the day he won the British Open. He had finished and we sat and chatted for a long time while waiting to see if George Duncan would deprive him of the title which otherwise he had won. Well George very nearly did it, but Walter Hagen never batted an eyelid. He was as chatty, as cheerful, and as un-tense as ever at the end of a week's competitive golf with the whole issue of a three thousand mile trip in the balance.
