Played golf at Southport and Ainsdale club and shanked my ball off the tee into rough near another green.
So plodding around looking like a berk and this chap says "just there where you are mate, another 10 yards further on"
So I start walking through the rough getting closer and closer to this group and the fella is still pointing saying "yeah mate, just around there"
Its only RONNIE FUCKING WHELAN!!!!
So I freeze and just say cheers Ronnie, stop looking for ball, stop walking and just stare. Ronnie stares back still gesturing to me, but I lost all powers of movement so I just stand and stare.
After the 20 most uncomfortable seconds of his life he kind of looks round and leaves me to it.
He could have been playing with Conan the Barbarian, Queen Mother and Bob Hope but I wouldnt have any idea, I only had eyes for our Ron.