I guess, because there was quite a lot happening at Medinah, journalists didn't really have time to come up with silly chess analogies. For shame.
However, I did recognise myself in Captain Olazábal's frantic demeanour towards the end when, had the Ryder Cup been a movie, he'd have hidden behind the sofa. He may have actually done that; I was barely watching either.
Knock off the 1s and you have a scoreline that I've witnessed in nearly half of the 28 matches I've captained Muswell Hill in. And, in all bar two of those, it's gone down to the last match. Perhaps the most devastating was agreeing a draw an exchange up in a messy position at 3½-2½, thinking that we'd be able to at least draw this position:
Alas. I know how Davis Love feels.
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