Can LIV crew deliver belated Augusta glory for Greg Norman?

One of the great quotes in golfing history was uttered in a bathroom at Augusta on Saturday night of the Masters in 1996.

Grizzled English journalist Peter Dobereiner, who has since died, bumped into his pal Greg Norman, then six clear of the field after three scintillating rounds and on the cusp of a long-awaited triumph.

"Don't worry Greg, old son. Not even you can f**k this up," Dobereiner said.

From a sports psychology perspective, we can no doubt pick holes in this exchange. It is probably not the sort of sentiment that Bob Rotella would be minded to impart to any of his clients ahead of a big round.

Watching all the Champions Dinner content that the Masters have put out in the last day or so, it's difficult not to think of what might have been.

Had Norman spent the second Tuesday of April every year, donning his green blazer and sitting down to enjoy a Michelin star effort alongside Nicklaus and Palmer and Player, would he have been quite so adamant about disrupting the entire sport with the help of Saudi money?

Of course, the counterpoint to this alternative history goes by the name of Phil Mickelson.

The famous dinner is one of the many trimmings and touches that gives the Masters its personality and unique feel - alongside the butler cabin, the glossary of terms, the trees named after deceased former presidents.

Nick Faldo's not exactly gourmet offering carries echoes from Irish football history. 'Sir Nick' served up something resembling 'Harry's Challenge' to the esteemed former champions.

"I flew in the fillets from Harry Ramsden's," Faldo told TalkSport. "With these big chips as well.

"And mushy peas," he added.

While Ramden's may have shipped a fair portion (pun intended) of the blame for Ireland's failure to qualify