David Turner

“This was a game won and lost between the ears. Over the years Harry had watched more than a few players with physical skills superior to his own come and go; his illness had made sure of that. It had also given him an advantage no one could counter: Harry had fallen straight down into hell and clawed his way back. He’d never met any man with the tenacity of will to endure what he’d gone through and still compete in this game at the highest level. He’d never imagined it was possible. This had always been the secret knowledge that held him up as he worked his way back to the top, the final ace up Harry Vardon’s sleeve: No one can match my nerve.”
― Mark Frost, Greatest Game Ever Played, The: Harry Vardon, Francis Ouimet, and the Birth of Modern Golf