Rory McIlroy’s Masters victory was about way more than green jacket

When Rory McIlroy collapsed after holing his winning putt on the 73rd hole of the 2025 Masters, everything came flooding out. 

Not just joy and relief but also the anguish and torment that had haunted him during his 11-year major drought and over his 14-year search for a happy ending at Augusta National. 

But more important, there was the essence of a man who grew up in the small town of Holywood, Northern Ireland, chipping balls into a washing machine and holing putts on a small green in his backyard. The heart of a man whose parents worked multiple jobs to feed his golfing habit and give him a chance to succeed. The soul of a man who, like so many of us, dreamt the biggest dream and finally had gripped tightly enough to not let it slip away. 

“It’s a dream come true,” McIlroy said after he’d defeated Justin Rose on the first playoff hole. “I have dreamt about that moment for as long as I can remember.

“There were points in my career where I didn’t know if I would have this nice garment over my shoulders, but I didn’t make it easy today. I certainly didn’t make it easy. I was nervous. It was one of the toughest days I’ve ever had on the golf course.” 

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Sunday’s final round at Augusta National started with what was supposed to be a duel between Rory McIlroy and Bryson DeChambeau. My colleague Sean Zak aptly described DeChambeau as the final boss in McIlroy’s quest for the green jacket. 

Except, that wasn’t the case. 

The final boss, the last hurdle, in this saga were the ghosts of McIlroy’s major championship past. Those demons he has lived with for 14 years, with more joining as the years ticked by. 

They winked and laughed at McIlroy on the first tee, where he promptly hit his tee shot into the fairway bunker just as he had done during his failed attempt to run down Patrick Reed in the final group of the 2018 Masters. 

This was going to be nearly impossible. 

McIlroy made double bogey at 1 and lost the lead by 2. He regained his lead by 3 and still held it at the turn where he arrived at the 10th hole, where he famously hooked his tee shot into the cabins during his 2011 Masters unraveling. This time, he split the fariway and made birdie. He arrived at the par-5 13th holding a three-shot lead but hit an inexplicably atrocious wedge into the tributary and made double bogey. A poor wedge helped doom him when he came up one short at the 2023 U.S. Open, and now it had helped his lead disintegrate at Augusta National again. Up ahead, Rose had just poured in his ninth birdie of the round to tie McIlroy with a blistering round that echoed the run Cameron Smith made to run down McIlroy at the 2022 Open Championship. 

There’s a famous story during Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS. The Yankees were trailing, and Pedro Martinez was on the mound as the Red Sox, then still 85 years into their World Series drought, fought to finally overcome the so-called curse that had haunted them for a generation plus. 

As Martinez was dealing, Derek Jeter approached Aaron Boone, who would eventually hit a walk-off home run in exta innings, in the dugout and said, “The ghosts will come out.”

Sure enough, they did. For the tormented rarely get a reprieve from their demons.  

“It’s very difficult,” McIlroy said. ”I think I’ve carried that burden since August 2014. It’s nearly 11 years.

“And not just about winning my next major, but the career Grand Slam. You know, trying to join a group of five players to do it, you know, watching a lot of my peers get green jackets in the process.” 

There’s an old Nike commercial that shows Rory McIlroy, the boy, chipping balls into that washing machine as Tiger Woods highlights play. 

Back then, McIlroy was just a boy from a small town in Northern Ireland with a love for the game and a pretty swing. A young kid from humble beginnings who drew himself into the world of golf immortals and set out to make it so. 

There’s a weight in expectations. But it’s the weight of dreams that can be truly crippling. To want something so badly, and to do everything in your power to attain it only to have the universe bellow back, “Nope,” when the answer should have been yes, is suffocating. 

“I thought, you idiot, what did you do?” McIlroy said Friday about his approach into the par-5 13th that looked like it was headed for the water but instead ended up 10 feet away from the hole for eagle. 

Who hasn’t felt that? The deep, vicious pang of a mistake all your own doing, costing you that which you most desire.

That’s the thing about Rory McIlroy. He can do things no one else on this planet can do. The approach shots he hit into the 5th and 7th holes are proof of that, as is his massive sweeping approach into the par-5 15th that set up a short eagle putt he missed. 

No, you can’t do what Rory McIlroy can do. 

But you can feel what he’s felt, no matter your walk of life.

We’ve all envisioned momentous things for ourselves. We’ve tried and failed and tried and failed again. We have found satisfaction in the chase, in repeated attempts to turn grand visions into reality. We have all relied on hope when all else has failed.

Some succeed in securing the thing they truly want most. Most are beaten back by life and have to choose whether to settle for dreams deferred or get up and go again, hoping the next time will be when things break our way. 

What makes golf special is that, as in life, nothing is given. You either hit the shot or you don’t. You either respond to adversity and bounce back or you free-fall. There’s no safety net. No gifts. It’s just you, your thoughts and the course. 

When McIlroy hit his tee shot left into the trees on No. 7, he stood behind his ball looking straight up into the sky. Caddie Harry Diamond tried to call McIlroy off the shot. But McIlroy never flinched. He saw something, a window, no one else did.

The dreamers always do.

Self-belief is often the only antidote to the loneliness and isolation repeated failure brings.

“My battle today was with myself,” McIlroy said. “It wasn’t with anyone else. You know, at the end there, it was with Justin, but my battle today was with my mind and staying in the present.”

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There, Rory McIlroy stood in the drop zone of the 13th hole. His lead disappearing. His Masters quickly unraveling. The ghosts were all around him. 

A man who has everything except that one thing. A generational talent held back by the shackles of his own dreams and the inability to capture what might be unattainable. 

For 14 years, McIlroy had been trying to grab smoke only to watch it slip through his fingers — that devastating blowup at the 2011 Masters still rattling around and piercing his soul. 

“I would see a young man that didn’t really know a whole lot about the world,” McIlroy said when asked what he’d say to the 2011 version of himself. “I’d say I probably would see a young man with a lot of learning to do and a lot of growing up to do … I probably didn’t understand myself. I didn’t understand why I got myself in a great position in 2011, and I probably didn’t understand why I let it slip in a way. But I think just having a little more self-reflection.

“You know, that experience, going through the hardships of tough losses and all that, and I would say to him, just stay the course. Just keep believing.” 

And so, McIlroy looked at the ghosts that followed him through Augusta National on Sunday, hoping to once again steal his light, and welcomed them like old friends. 

He made birdie at 15 and again at 17 to take the lead. Another bogey at 18 meant a playoff with Rose. But McIlroy, now a 35-year-old man with a lifetime of triumph and pain to guide him, stuffed his wedge shot to four feet. 

When McIlroy was just a kid lining up putts in his back garden, he could never have imagined the road he’d take, the hurt he’d endure, to make it to the doorstep of his dreams.

Sunday’s final round at Augusta National was golf in its purest, most poetic form. It was ugly and beautiful. It made the soul soar and fall. It was Rory McIlroy’s 19-hole walk with his demons, an exorcism performed in the only way he could.

“You have to be the eternal optimist in this game,” McIlroy said. “I’ve been saying it until I’m blue in the face. I truly believe I’m a better player now than I was 10 years ago.

“It’s so hard to stay patient. It’s so hard to keep coming back every year and trying your best and not being able to get it done.”

As McIlroy stood on the 18th green at Augusta National with a green jacket draped over his shoulders, all those ghosts evaporated around him, leaving just a boy from Holywood, weathered by the weight of time and pain of repeated devastation, who finally made it as far as he did in his dreams.