Earlier this year, the sporting world lost one of its true legends. He was a maverick, he was a genius, he was massively popular, he was probably the first golfer whose name I knew. He may not have won as many majors as Nicklaus or Woods, but he was just as special, and from a European perspective even more so. Playing his way out of the undergrowth, or even out of the car park, followed by fist-pumping celebrations as the putts went in, he was an inspiration to a whole generation of golfers and golf fans. He brought new life and new excitement to the Ryder Cup, and made the Europeans believe. His partnership with Olazabel struck fear into American hearts - they were untouchable.
And he was more besides. A man who loved life and loved the opportunities that playing golf gave him. A man who in his final years showed us how his spirit wouldn't be defeated and how to tackle life's biggest challenges with dignity and strength.
We loved Seve very much, and he will be sadly missed.