greenery

The club's green land is vast and vast, with well-designed sand traps, water obstacles or low hills, and the difficulty should be considered moderate. When you hit a ball on such a green land, what you see is the vast expanse of green, except for the continuous and vibrant green. Boundless, like the blue sky covering the stadium.

Here, the land and the sky seem to breathe, and people will soon be immersed in the pure joy of playing.

The flag of the No.18 hole is placed on a difficult green. First of all, it is a slope. The green line is not easy to control with the naked eye. When the ball is hit from the outside to the green, it is found that it is more comfortable than the phenomenon. It's hard to figure out, the golf ball was approaching the hole, but it drew an oval on the green, and it roundabout landed on the edge of the green.

Wolfgang shook his head in embarrassment. This was their last battle as they drifted west.Justin patted his teammate on the shoulder and took the putter. The caddy was already leaning on the ground, observing the terrain with one eye, and gave Justin a suggestion.

Justin squatted down, pondered for about half a minute, raised his pants and stood up.

The miracle did not happen, but Justin managed to send the ball near the hole.Next, as expected, Wolfgang didn't need to expend much effort, nor did he have much skill at all. He just slightly pushed down the rod and gave the ball a boost, and it rolled smoothly into the hole.

"Par!"

The caddy couldn't wait to cheer and said, as an amateur player, No. 18 hole scored a par, which is quite good, although Wolfgang originally thought that they could complete a beautiful ending with a birdie.

Wolfgang let out a long breath. When he picked up the ball in the hole and straightened his waist, his body suddenly relaxed, and the sweat fell from his hair to his earlobe. The feeling of fatigue hit him, but the bottom of his heart was filled with a sense of abundance .

It hadn't been this fun for a long time, and the two walked back at the same time. Not long after, Justin took out his cigarette case.

"In terms of results, both of us are at a good level. I think we can win."

Covering the fire with one hand and lighting the lighter with the other, Justin also lit a cigarette for Wolfgang.

Wolfgang exhaled the smoke, and continued: "Practice on the field of competition, control the ground line, the advantage is obvious."

"It can't be said that, the members of the club basically practice here, but we are more willing to spend energy and time."

At this time, Justin suddenly asked again: "Do you like Walter Hagen?"

"Who doesn't adore him, winning four consecutive PGA Championships."

"I'm thinking about how to divide the prizes then."

"Hey, you're already thinking about what will happen after you win the championship." Wolfgang thought for a while, and said, "Although I admire you, I'm not as fanatical as you, and I have an extra cue signed by Walter Hagen, He has no special meaning to me except to show off to other people. I think friendly matches should be enjoyed more. The club held a few foursomes before. I didn't participate, but as a spectator, I feel very good In this way, if you win, Walter Hagen's cue will belong to you, and you will fulfill my request, or wish."

"What demands and wishes?"

"I don't know, I haven't figured it out yet, let's talk about it later." Wolfgang snickered.

It was sunny and fine that day, the club was bustling with people, colorful flags were hung all over the venue, and the caddies were overwhelmed, saying hello to every gentleman and wife.

The photographer set up the camera on the edge of the field early, and the contestants couldn't wait to get together as soon as they came out.

Justin wears a dark-colored tie, plus a light-colored waistcoat. The trousers are hemp trousers, which are soft in texture. Most importantly, they are breathable enough. He wears a pair of sheepskin shoes, which are also suitable for people of all ages. a large movement.Suddenly four or five cameras pointed at him, he smiled at Wolfgang, and put on a beret with a peak.

Wolfgang wears the same attire, in a lighter overall tone than Justin.To participate in a formal golf game, the dress is much more solemn than usual, a tie is essential, trousers and leather shoes are also essential.

"Come closer, both of you." One of the photographers waved at the two of them.

Hearing that, the two involuntarily approached each other.

"Very good." The photographer quickly snapped a picture.

Afterwards, the caddies brought golf clubs, one for each person. At first, he was a little dazed, and changed several actions in a row.The photographer didn't seem to have the intention of putting down the camera, and Justin and Wolfgang gradually entered the role. Wolfgang put one hand on Justin's shoulder, and held the club with the other hand, facing the camera Thumbs up.

After a short speech, a line of people gathered on the tee area, whispering, waiting for the game to start, and some women had opened their parasols.Today's Justin attracted Wolfgang from the very beginning, especially when he clenched the club with both hands and stepped on the green bushes.At this time, the scenery was fine, and his eyes were alternately on the ball and the green. Justin swung his golf club, scooped up some grass and soil, and the white ball glides far away.

"Hans Storm Salieri."

Eric's finger bones hit the man's head, and at the same time, he announced the man's name.The printed newspaper cutouts were not clear, but the old scene suddenly appeared in my mind, together with the cheers, salutes, and "cracking" spotlights at that time.

Hans is fat, hates baldness, has the habit of wearing wigs, and more often, he wears all kinds of hats.In the photo, he was wearing a casual straw top hat, biting a cigar between his lips and teeth, and he couldn't see two or three thick gold gemstone rings on the awarding hands.Pictured with them are Justin Alfred Moll and Wolfgang Johann Iser, winners of the fifth Friendship Cup.

"The owner of the Hamburg Golf Club." Eric repeated the gesture of clasping his fingers, and continued: "Bisexual, transvestite, having a normal married life, but having sex with different men in private."

"Moritz Klinsmann, club member, financier, has always been with men." Eckery turned the other side, and in the photo, a man with a small mustache is holding a golf club with both hands , probably because of the glare of the sun, his eyes were squinted, and there was no smile on his face.

"David von Sickert, club member, gay, boyfriend Jürgen Diem Klinsmann, club member." In the corner of the photo, a man named David is holding a wine glass from a wine container He was pouring wine, and next to him, his boyfriend Jurgen was holding a tomato bacon roll.

These people, Justin has seen, he felt sweaty palms.

"Mr. Moore, do you know all these people?"

Justin nodded.

"Fine, did you know they were gay?"

Justin nodded slightly, then shook his head again.

"I quit the club, I quit the club last year."

"Why did you quit suddenly?"

"At that time, I participated in a wine tasting..."