I want to say something about Americans.
Nine out of ten people I take round Carnoustie are American. That is not a statistic I read somewhere, it is who is standing on my first tee, season after season.
You have fed my children and put a roof over my head.
My gran was born just south of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. So there's always been a wee bit of America in my family. And after spending nearly 30 years walking the fairways with Americans, I suppose there's a fair bit of it in me too.
Nearly everybody who has backed what I am building has been American too. They buy the books. They email in and ask for me on the bag. They share my posts with people who have never heard of me.
And not one of them has ever made me feel like I was getting above myself.
That is the bit.
The Canadians are the same. The English. The Australians. And there are Scots, my own folk, who know exactly what I am talking about here and have been right behind me.
And politics does not come into it for me. Either side of the aisle, you have all been here, you love this country and you love the golf. That is all I have ever needed to know about a man.
In Scotland there is a thing we do. Somebody puts their head up and tries to build something, and the instinct is to take the legs from them. Who does he think he is. A caddie writing books. Aye, right.
And I keep taking a knife in the back. It is a strange place to live.
Today I had a full on attack on me and on my friends. The biggest example of it I have seen yet.
I am a big boy. I will never give in to it.
I love this country. The course I walk is the greatest piece of ground in golf and it made me what I am.
But it is hard here. You spend half your energy on the work and the other half apologising for having a go.
It kills me to say it. I think I would thrive in America. Here it is a struggle to breathe.
I am not after sympathy and I am not going anywhere. I will be on the first tee next season the same as every season since 1998.
One day I will tell you the story of my grandfather, and then you will understand why I will never give up.
But to every one of you who has bought a book, asked for me by name, or told somebody I exist: you have no idea what that does for a man who is used to being told to sit down.
I find you the best people on earth.
America, Canada, thank God you exist.