Golf TV: So many moments, so many images, they will live with us forever, but perhaps none will live longer than that of a highly exuberant Ian Woosnam swallowing champagne only for it to exit, dribbling at a leisurely pace, through his nose.

"That's what super slow-mo was made for, moments like that," said Nick Faldo, as Sky Sports felt the need to take us through the incident again.

Perhaps our other highlight was that of the lady forcefully thrusting her "QUIET" sign into the air before disappearing under a scrum of very LOUD pint-wielding Olé Olé-ing golfing enthusiasts, who may very possibly have consumed several barrels of beer between arriving at The K Club and Henrik Stenson's winning putt. We could be wrong, but we'd hazard a guess that The K Club had never witnessed scenes like it.

But that was the day that was in it. Such was the decibel level when Darren Clarke arrived at the first tee any Kildare crow attempting to have a lie-in was rudely awoken from slumbers.

"We golfers often wonder what it would be like to play in Lansdowne Road or Twickenham, now we know," said Faldo.

So, Day Three in the Ryder Cup house. The night before, on RTÉ, Marty Morrissey was out mixing with the celebs - all human life, eg, Brian O'Driscoll, somebody from Westlife, Frank Carson and Jack Charlton (who couldn't remember what his handicap was - it's the way he tells 'em) - but Bill O'Herlihy didn't care, he'd found a new best friend in the very American Bob Bubka, a broadcaster with the PGA Network.

"At one point tomorrow, Bill, it'll be all square tomorrow," Bob promised Bill, even suggesting it might all come down to Padraig Harrington's match with Scott Verplank.

As it proved, of course, the party was nigh on winding down by the time Padraig and Scott shook hands. Far be it from us to call it an anti-climax, but the climax was a bit of an anti-climax. A whopping victory for Europe on Irish soil, structural funds repaid, in one fell 18½-9½ swoop.

When Tiger had a giggle with Steve Williams after the caddie dropped his nine-iron into the lake we half guessed it was going to be Europe's day: if Williams had done the same at, say, the US Masters you'd have to assume he'd now be on the dole.

It matters not. An Eoraip abú.

"You'd think these were the highlights, but this is live, folks, from hole to hole to hole," said Faldo, as blue swamped red on the scoreboard. A win for Monty. If Tom Lehman had to try to get his boys up for the Ryder Cup you'd imagine Woosnam had to hose Monty down. Cripes, Monty, it's only a g . . . Okay, it's life or death.

Earlier yesterday morning Sky treated us to a profile of Monty, in which we learned he played hockey in his youth. Two words: "mind" and "boggles".

He was also a football goalkeeper; his brother recalled him chasing a centre forward and nailing him.

In the absence of the injured Shay Given, Steve Staunton could do worse for the Cyprus game. Surely he's played enough here to qualify for a passport?

Anyway, a sea of blue. But the gods weren't with us; Stenson, not our Darren, holed the winning putt. But he picked up the next point and you'd want to have an icy aul heart not to have dissolved when he did so.

"F***ing brilliant," Woosnam attempted to privately say as he hugged Clarke, but, as ever, the microphones were on duty. But he was right: "F***ing brilliant."

Faldo is the European captain for 2008. "Can I give 12 wild cards? Just take this team over, maybe give them a quick cat's lick, some deodorant, clean shirts, and we'll start again in two years' time," he said.

When the Cup was won the real contest began. Clarke the winner again. He downed his pint of Guinness in one gulp, Woosnam needed eight.

"Woosie, you've got to make it to the podium to make your speech," said Faldo, concerned Woosie would be . . . woosie?

Meanwhile, Chris De Burgh remained incarcerated in K-Tanamo Bay after an altercation with a security guard, with Brian Kennedy and Linda Martin locked up in the neighbouring cells. Après Match, needless to say.

Two years to Valhalla. Perhaps Chris, Brian and Linda will have been freed by then. And the Olés filling The K Club air might have subsided.