The moment Rory McIlroy wept into the shoulder of his 4-year-old daughter, Poppy, after winning the Masters in Augusta will stay with me for a long time.
 
It was more than a hug - it was a full-bodied emotional release.  A childhood dream realised after years of effort, sacrifice, and heartache.
 
What struck me just as much was his daughter’s stillness. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t squirm. She simply held him.
 
Her face might not have registered the weight of the moment, but I imagine her body felt everything - his tears, his adrenaline, his joy, his disbelief and relief.
 
I’ve no doubt that memory will live in her bones.