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Poulter to a tee - Ian Poulter Interview
If clothes maketh the man, then Ian Poulter is one heck of a flash geezer. So what do no clothes maketh? Well, Poulter posed naked recently, save for a strategically placed pink golf bag (nice) for a photographic shoot, and the portraits maketh him one uber-confident dude. They also maketh him the butt (sorry) of endless wisecracks from his peers on practice grounds and in locker rooms around the world. And, let's face it, Poulter's sense of haute couture doesn't exactly make it easy for him to keep a low profile. Take that gold lamé shirt he sprayed on at the Johnnie Walker Classic in India. He looked like a Jaffa Cake.
“It's a bit different when you have your clothes off, isn't it?” Poulter said. Well, yes it is. “It would be a boring cover shot if I'm standing there in a pair of trousers and a T-shirt. It wouldn't have the same impact.” Well, no it wouldn't. “Doing stuff different is what I've done for the last eight years, so I actually thought it was quite nice, thank you,” Poulter said. Fair enough, then, but you can still hear the sniggering at the back of the range. Clearly it wasn't the photographs that annoyed, or even embarrassed Poulter. He claims he was misquoted when asked to predict tournament winners for the year ahead. He says it was taken out of context when he chose himself saying that he doesn't rate any other players and that when he plays to his potential, “it's just me and Tiger”. That statement also irritated the guys on the range because they thought Poulter was disrespecting them. The newspapers picked up on this story and their bite-size headlines made Poulter look like “an attention seeking prat”, as he was described in the Guardian. Poulter was not best pleased. He may seem full of himself but he is a smart marketeer, successful at his job, and is certainly no prat. “Why should I turn around and say who else is going to win the golf tournament,” he says. “You're accepting defeat. I don't want to do that. Tiger is going to say himself, and other players, if they are going to answer the question honestly, should say themselves because they have got a chance. So why should I say anyone else apart from myself. It's not being disrespectful.”
The surprise is that Poulter's brashness shocks anyone at all these days. He's been making statements like this for years – bigging himself up, as he would say. When asked who he thinks will win a tournament, why on earth should he not pick himself? Far too many players accept defeat today before they even tee off. Especially when Woods is playing. But not Poulter. “If I don't believe I can win, I might as well pack up my clubs and go home,” Poulter said about the Masters – four years ago, on his debut (er, he didn't win). “If I play as well as I can in tournaments that Tiger Woods plays in, I can beat him. I know that,” Poulter told me recently. So there he goes again. But Poulter is not so daft that he doesn't know his limits. “I am playing in an era where Tiger Woods is the best player in the world and probably the best ever. So I am not going to say I am going to get to No.1. I am 32 years old now and realistically I probably can't achieve the things he has done.” Crikey, is that a chink in Poulter's seemingly indestructible confidence? Mind you, he did only say “probably”. “Tiger is a phenomenon. Just look at his win ratio and his world ranking points. And then look at how far he is ahead of No. 2. He is soooo far ahead. He's that good.” Look deeper than the attention-grabbing flamboyance of Poulter's fashion statements like his Union Jack trousers, pink hats and spiky dyed blond hair. Look behind the golf bag of that naked photo-shoot (well, maybe not) and there stands a straight-talking, shy (no, really) son of a working-class family from Milton Keynes doing his damndest to get noticed and to make his mark in the world. And, so far, it's working.
In the past, Poulter has been accused of having more style than substance on the course and, when he turned up at the 2006 Open Championship wearing trousers festooned with images of the claret jug, Seve Ballesteros joked: “That's the closest he'll ever get to it.” But Poulter is now showing signs that he not only has the chutzpah to look dapper on the world's fairways and greens, he also has the game to play nattily. He was one of only seven players in 2007 to make all four cuts in the majors (finishing 13th at the Masters), had five top-10s on the PGA Tour, four top-10s in Europe, and won his eighth title at the Dunlop Phoenix Open in Japan. Poulter has fought his way up the hard way – from selling T-shirts in a market stall to fund his golf, to working as an assistant club pro, to turning pro with only a four handicap, to thrusting himself into the world's top-25. You would think that getting married and making a speech last October would have provided yet another perfect platform for golf's strutting peacock to be the centre of attention and to show off to an audience of admirers. But no, he admits it was the most nervous he has ever felt. More than playing the back nine at Augusta on Sunday, or the Open in a hoody, or the supercharged atmosphere of the Ryder Cup. “I wasn't born to make public speeches,” he says surprisingly. “I might look different on TV but it's nice to have a little barrier there. You know, I am still the same guy I was when I was working in a pro shop, and I have kept all my old friends. There were people at my wedding that I hadn't seen for years and they said that I hadn't changed a bit. That's nice to know.” Except that Poulter now has career earnings of £9million, flies business class, and his new pal and regular pro-am partner at the Dunhill Links Championship, Dennis Hopper, flew in from Los Angeles to join the wedding celebrations at Woburn Abbey. “I had a normal upbringing,” Poulter says. “Hopefully I can now give back something to my mum and dad. And certainly give my kids little things that I never had. That's nobody's fault but that's just where we came from. It's nice to treat yourself when you succeed.”
You see, it's all just a big act. Behind all those brash ‘look at me' clothes, and his head-spinning statements, Poulter is a just a hard working family man– an ordinary bloke blessed with extraordinary talent. He's a likeable, approachable, polite, down-to-earth (and, yes, a little cocky) British sporting hero. He just likes to dress up (or get naked) and wax his hair rather a lot, that's all. GI: Just what is it with you and fashion?
GI: You must wish you had played in the 1970s.
GI: Do you see yourself, then, as the new Payne Stewart?
GI: What made you launch your own fashion label?
GI: You are always honest enough to say what you are
feeling. But do you think that causes you more trouble
than it's worth sometimes?
GI: No one could ever accuse you of being short of confidence.
But you can't be confident all the time, can you?
GI: Not even when you are struggling through a bad
patch? GI: So are you where you thought you'd be in your career?
GI: Do you believe you have that mental X-Factor to
win a major?
GI: Which major suits your game best?
GI: How are you enjoying life in the States?
GI: Your five top-10s in 2007 on the PGA Tour and your
performances in the majors must give you confidence for
the future. GI: What do you miss about England?
GI: Oh, go on, try.
GI: Playing for your team, your country and your continent
must add to the pressure.
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