Chapter Five: Let the Opponent Write the Rules

On the third, pain in his old injury opened the face two degrees and sent him into deep rough. After six, he trailed by three. Comments revived the claim that he could perform tricks but not play golf. Han handed him water. “Stop chasing the gold line. Let it learn your body.” Lu closed his eyes and made three empty swings. Instead of staring at the cup, he watched his feet, hips, shoulders, and clubhead. Four broken strands of gold joined with his breathing. For the first time, the ability turned inward. It showed not the perfect result, but every place his motion wasted force. He recovered a stroke on seven, another with a low shot through the crosswind on nine, and drew level at twelve. The ease vanished from Tang's face.