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Mark Collars The Cup It was a beautiful morn that dawned on that last Saturday in September 1997. It was also the first time that the Mollymook Cup was up for grabs – a piece of silverware that in time became more revered than “The Ashes” urn or the “Most Improved Forward” for Collegians Under 10’s. For this was not just about a bunch of wannabes hitting the golf ball around a damn hard golf course over 36 holes but more a celebration of family and friends, accountants and sc

It is with great pride that I look back on the events of September 1997. Sure it may be a while ago but my victory in the inaugural Mollymook Cup was the result of a careful, calculated and cunning plan. The Mollymook Cup in 1997 was golf in its purest form. A crack field of 10 competitors, not like today’s event where any Jonny come lately can play, just two rounds of man against man. Winning the 1997 version was much more difficult than in the modern era, no golf carts to c

For those that had experienced it last year this day was a long time coming. But it finally did come and Cup number two promised plenty. Missing from last year was Barry Formosa, much to the tournament directors chagrin as word had spread of his golfing talents and a cult following had grown in the months following 97’s cup and as such large galleries were expected – his withdrawal proved costly. Also gone was Ian Poole who had caught the last train to Clarkesville, Tennesse

I had a good feeling about 1999, having won the drinking competition the year before, it was looking like a good session at the Mook. The start was a little slow with Dad asking me did I know where my clubs were on Thursday night, even surprised myself to find them and notice that they were in the exact state I left them the year before, sausage roll and Mars Bar wrappers still stuffed in the bag. Arriving on the Friday night I assumed my normal position near the tele and nex