Constantly changing course and altering shape, a river of people winds through Serapong under a Sunday sun. At some holes there's a trickle, at others a flood. They "woo-hoo" a Miguel Tabuena chip at the first hole and go "Ohhh" in awe at a Jazz Janewattananond putt. They are a walking orchestra and an obedient one. When QUIET signs go up, their muttering music stops.
It's the final day of the SMBC Singapore Open and I am walking the course. Arnold Palmer had an entire army, but this is an impressive battalion of fans. There is talent on the course but also a crowd to toast it. As Palmer once said: "When people ask what's driven me all these years, I always give the same answer. It's you."