"I don't know if there has ever been a better chance at a major." Less of a boastfulness from Sandy Lyle, more of an honest assessment of the miraculous.
His bunker shot at the last hole in Augusta 32 years ago helped Lyle win a stomach churn to become the first Briton to win the Masters.
It remains an iconic Scottish sports highlight. And in typically Scottish style, Lyle seemed to have snatched defeat from the jaws of victory with a mid-round Sunday hit.
Here's a look back at how Lyle failed gloriously in the most dramatic circumstances of the 1988 Masters.
& # 39; You don't know if it's pleasure or pain & # 39;
Lyle was 30 years old and in the form of his life in Augusta. Only Greg Norman and Seve Ballesteros were above him in the world rankings, and halfway through, the Scotsman topped the rankings.
He continued to play there – two shots free – with 18 holes. It all went almost too well. No matter how he tried, there was no fear that gnawed at him.
"The only way I can explain it to people is if you were at the dentist," Lyle told BBC Scotland in 2013.
"You are in the waiting room and you have a terrible churning feeling in your stomach. You don't know whether it will be a pleasant or a painful experience.
"That's how it is when you start the last day with a lead of one or two shots."
The last round started steadily enough for Lyle In fact, nine holes were in and advantageously intact, he was halfway through the sky Then Amen Corner came. on Rae & # 39; s Creek on the par-three 12th and two more dropshots, he couldn't hit one back on the par-five 13th and Mark Calcavecchia & # 39; s birdie led the American.
Lyle & # 39; s hopes quickly faded, and after a missed birdie shot at 15 he hoped “just et in a playoff.”
But he didn't give up on the fight and a fantastic birdie on par-three 16th – a 12-foot birdie putt – spurred him on the same level.
& # 39; I wanted to do a somersault & # 39;
The Scot's incredible bunker shot on the 72nd hole brought him to glory
By the 18th and with Calcavecchia at the clubhouse, Lyle's job was clear: a par for a playoff, a birdie for the Green Jacket.
He chose caution and took an iron off the tee, but watched with horror as it rolled into a fairway bunker 150 yards from the hole.
What happened next was an act of blind faith. Lyle couldn't see the flag, took out his seven iron, placed the shot with a cloud over the green and caught it clean and true. The ball flew past the hole, then trickled downhill to 10 feet.
There was still plenty to do, but Lyle rolled coolly into the putt, raised his arms and performed an impromptu victory dance.
"I think you can call it a jig, yes," he said. "I wanted to somersault more than anything, but my legs were completely gone."
Firmly in the mood to party, they became the only moves Lyle would make that night.
"The hotel I stayed in was noisy with a disco room and bar that opened almost every night of that week," he said.
"I thought & # 39; this is a good time to celebrate, I & # 39; I'm going down with the green jacket on because it's time to relax and have a party. & # 39; 39;
& # 39; But on Sunday evening everyone had gone home – there is no disco and no one in the bar so I walk into this place and go & # 39; where is everyone? & # 39 – and there is nothing! "
Lyle had won his maiden major, The Open three years earlier, but his Masters success has a special resonance.
"You will not be rated as a great player unless you have won some major," he said. "So getting the first one pretty early, in 1985, helped me a lot.
"Then you win abroad in America, with the green jacket and all the razzmatazz that goes with it, as my second major – I have never forgotten that.
"I am reminded almost every week by people. When I die in my bed, I will be a very, very happy man that I have fond memories."
Lyle was the first Briton to win the Masters and wear the famous Green Jacket