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KENNETH Ferrie is a bloke. Granted, you might have figured that out already, but his blokishness is of the sort that can never be overstated. He is bloke to the core, to his marrow, to the very centre of his being. He is all bloke, 100-per cent bloke, pure and unadulterated bloke. Bloke blood courses through his veins. He is the very essence of what being a bloke is about.
So while some around the PGA Centenary Course at Gleneagles might have been forgiven for mistaking Ferrie's slope-shouldered look and his lumbering, ruminant's gait for a certain Scottish golfer of recent renown, a few words from the 27-year-old Englishman would have quickly shattered their illusions. While Monty's tonsils emit the sort of shrill sounds that tend to recall Mrs Slocombe in Are You Being Served, Ferrie's deliver the far earthier tones of his Geordie origins. If a bottle of Newcastle Brown could talk, it would probably sound like Ferrie.See the full content of this document
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The New Monty Struts His Stuff Alasdair Reid Finds a Golfer Whose Mood Changes Almost by the Minute
So the two men could hardly be more different, right? Er, wrong actually, for the longer you watch Ferrie at work the more you realise that he has the same four seasons-in-one-day temperament th...
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