Tee off on a trail of history. Spray your shot and chances are - particularly if that damned hook persists - that you'll be looking for the ball around turns of a tomb. Every golf course boasts of its hoary past, but few can compete with the Lodhi. Here lie the end of dynasties, the relics of mighty empires, ruins which bear testimony to an age of glory. Sometimes your ball might fly unexpectedly; be sure the spirits are active, they hold you in awesome grip. Playing from the bunker short of the old seventh in the 1968 Indian Open, Stan Peach topped his explosion. The ball rose like a rocket, but hit the dome of the Barah Khamba and dropped back within inches of the pin for an easy birdie putt. Stan smiled, not the spirits. Having burnt up the course till then his game suddenly fell apart, his six-stroke lead disappeared and Kenji Hosoishi won the crown. Don't tremble, just get the ole riblick going and let history destine your play.