GULLANE, Scotland — They urged him along — in the proper British manner, of course — as Lee Westwood gingerly made his way Friday around the baked links of Muirfield. Nothing to get overly excited about, because it was only the second round of the British Open and this, after all, was an act they had seen before.
Westwood didn't seem terribly excited himself, perhaps because he understands only too well what trouble lies ahead. Muirfield, with its slick greens and nasty rough, will be a treacherous place this weekend with potential disaster lurking on every shot.
Still, the people in the grandstands quietly pulling for Westwood had to ponder the possibilities. So did Westwood himself after a 68 that left him just a shot off the lead midway through the Open.
After a year where British athletes have made breakthroughs on the grass at Wimbledon and in the hills of France, why not? In a year where a Brit is the champion of the other Open they hold across the pond, why not one at home where the game itself was invented?
Why not, indeed.
"There's definitely a feel-good factor in Britain," Westwood conceded.
No matter that this Englishman now lives in Florida, where Westwood moved his family during the offseason so he could sharpen his game and prolong his career. Instead of toiling in the rain in his home country he does his work at a swanky country club among other expatriate players in West Palm Beach.
But he's still as British as fish and chips and this still is his national championship. To say he's desperate to win it — or any major championship — might be a stretch, but he's getting to the point in his career where there won't be as many chances.