The Ryder Cup at the Marco Simone Golf & Country Club just outside Rome ended a couple of weeks ago. The event has left me with several memories, by far most of them positive ones, and I especially recall those elements of it that emphasized the point that this match was taking place in Italy rather than, say, at The Belfry, where it was staged the previous four times it was held in England.

The green on the par-three 13th hole at Marco Simone, with an old traditional Roman-style farmhouse forming the backdrop to the setting

I ventured into the centre of Rome on the Wednesday evening before the competition got underway. I made my way along the Via Sistina with the intention of walking from there down the Spanish Steps and then finding somewhere to eat. The latter part worked out fine but not the first – at the bottom of the famous staircase there was a Ryder Cup function which meant the steps were closed to the public for a time. It was a minor inconvenience for me and it seemed a cool idea to bring an aspect of the golf to the heart of the Italian capital. 

The Spanish Steps in Rome on the Wednesday evening before the match began…you can see members of the Ryder Cup party in the background

And yet…and yet. I could not help but recall a holiday four of us took in 1978. Pope John Paul I had suddenly died (in fact, 45 years and one day prior to the evening I was presently spending in Rome) in the time between us leaving the UK and reaching Italy. The fact that the cardinals were in the process of selecting his successor meant our much anticipated visit to the Sistine Chapel, where the church elders were sitting in conclave to make their decision, was not going to happen. And it didn’t until several years later. It got me thinking: what if that Wednesday you were making your one and only trip to Rome and the Spanish Steps were what you were most looking forward to seeing? And then that happens! I suspect someone with perhaps the temperament of Tyrrell Hatton might not have handled the situation with complete tranquillity.

It was the opinion of many journalists covering the match that the catering in the media centre was the best they had ever enjoyed

Sticking with renowned Roman landmarks, just off the glorious Piazza Navona is Bar XXXIV. It’s a sports bar and it was showing the Ryder Cup. With a name like that – you know, the Roman numerals – one wondered whether it might have had some sort of LIV Golf thing going on. I don’t know the answer to that but it was pretty packed for the Friday afternoon fourballs.

This sports bar was a magnet to golf-lovers who wanted to take time out from taking in the other sights of Rome

The Saturday afternoon fourballs, of course, became in part unwantedly distinguished by the altercation between Rory McIlroy and Joe LaCava, Patrick Cantlay’s caddie, over LaCava’s behaviour (which McIlroy described as “a [expletive] disgrace”) before the Irishman attempted to make a putt to halve the match. McIlroy said he returned to the course on Sunday in a “great frame of mind”, helped by reading from the works of Marcus Aurelius, the Roman emperor and Stoic philosopher. If that doesn’t epitomise the sense of ‘when in Rome’, I don’t know what does.

This was the extent of the Ryder Cup coverage in Corriere dello Sport on the day after the match…one wonders what if Europe had lost?

Speaking of reading, every time the football World Cup comes around there is invariably a story somewhere about how when England won it in 1966 it merited just one back-page article in most newspapers whereas today it would generate a grotesque number of sections and supplements. Well, golf in Italy is still back there. On the Monday after the match, in the 56-page edition of Corriere dello Sport – the Roman sports paper – the Ryder Cup was accorded one page of coverage. On page 53. And Europe had won!