There's a seven-mile walk out there tomorrow [Sunday] and there's a lot of bounces that can take place.
Colin Montgomerie breaks down the nature of the task facing the field as they prepare to launch an all-out attack on Tiger Woods in the final round of the Open.
There's a guy walking on water out there at the moment.
Denmark's Soren Hansen, either talking about Tiger Woods' uncanny grasp of the Old Course, or there really is something afoot in St Andrews Bay.
You've got to lift weights to make sure you're strong enough to hit putts that hard.
Tiger Woods on the challenge of putting on St Andrews' massive double greens.
I remember Otis Spunkmeyer's chocolate chip muffins, a lot of spaghetti and a lot of diet coke.
John "Wild Thing" Daly, aka "The Lion", lifts the lid on the debauchery that ensued when he won in 1995.
It looks like Pinehurst revisited.
US Open winner Michael Campbell reflects on the cream rising to the top of the Open Championship leaderboard.
I think we are a little bit out of this now.
Retief Goosen moans to his caddie after bogeying the fifth before firing six birdies on the way home to share second place.
I'm more relaxed. Nothing wrong with that is there?
Jose Maria Olazabal is forced to explain the extravagant celebrations that are creeping into his game.
I'm pleased, considering what was happening at 0530 this morning when last night's dinner decided to go south.
Nick Faldo suggests that, all things considered, a two-under round of 70 was not too bad.
The way I've played golf, people have assumed that was what I was like in the other half of the day.
Nick Faldo, the ultimate iceman in his heyday, insists he is actually a big cuddly bear off the course.
Do I have to be politically correct here? I've never hit it over a building before.
St Andrews debutant Kenny Perry maintains diplomatic relations over his thoughts on the infamous 17th.
I don't want to bore you all to tears.
In the first ever instance of this happening, a golfer, this time Ian Poulter, refuses to talk anyone who will listen through the minutiae of his round.
I was at dinner last night. We had scouts out. I hate missing the cut.
Five-time champion Tom Watson spends Friday evening on tenterhooks before realising he will have to cancel this weekend's planned sock-drawer rearrangement.
I think I would, you know.
The normally erudite and intelligent Brad Faxon waxes lyrical.