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A conversation with Sandy Lyle is never less than a pleasant experience, but it is always accompanied by amazement that a man so gentle and unprepossessing could ever have possessed the steeliness required to become the world’s No. 1 golfer. Yet for one blessed spell in the spring of 1988 the Scotsman was the best player in the game, an achievement that found its purest expression in a single golf shot at the final hole of that year’s Masters.

Needing a par to force his way into a playoff against Mark Calcavecchia and a birdie to win the green jacket, Lyle hit his tee shot into the first of two left-hand fairway bunkers. Twenty years have passed but his memory of what followed remains both undiminished and wryly self-deprecating.

“I knew on the tee that the main thing I needed to do was stay out of the bunker,” Lyle recalls. “So I hit a 1-iron up the hill thinking I would be safe—wrong! The lip on that bunker wasn’t too bad but I knew the way the ball rolled in there that it would be up against the face. So I’m walking toward it with a black cloud descending, thinking this was not looking too great.”

On arrival Lyle, then 30, found that he would be able to negotiate the lip; however, the margin of error was very small for the most important swing of his life. “The number I had was 146 yards to the pin, and just over 150 yards to the landing area beyond that. An 8-iron was exactly the distance to the pin but a 7-iron was the safest because being short was far worse than being big.”

Lyle dug in with the longer club, and with the short, unorthodox swing that he had developed despite being the son of a club pro, caught the ball cleanly. He claims not to have hit the shot as well as he might, just as he says that his winning putt, from 10 feet above the hole, owed as much to good fortune as it did to guts and talent.

“I had about 10 minutes to work out the line because [Ben] Crenshaw, my playing partner, was butchering the hole and I still wasn’t entirely sure,” he says. “The nice thing was the putt couldn’t get away from me because there was a slight upslope beyond the hole. That meant the two-putt was assured. My backstroke was about three inches long but that was enough to send it wandering down in the general direction and it fell in the hole.”

The first Scot to win the Masters (the menu at the Champions Dinner the following year included haggis), Lyle cemented both his place at the top of the world ranking and the consensus that there would be many more majors. At the time, Seve Ballesteros opined that if the “Big Five” of European golf—Lyle, Nick Faldo, Bernhard Langer, Ian Woosnam and the Spaniard himself—played against each other at their absolute best, he would finish second behind Lyle.

In fact, in a British rivalry that had been brewing for more than 10 years from when both were amateurs, Lyle then held a decided advantage over Faldo. He won both the British Open (in 1985) and the Masters before Faldo, who would be helped into the green jacket by Lyle in 1989. In many ways, the affable, feel-playing Lyle was the antithesis of the intense, technical Faldo.

A Sandy Lie

After hitting one of the greatest fairway bunker shots in golf history to win the 1988 Masters, Sandy Lyle has had few pure strikes in the two decades since