Rory McIlroy getting emotional at the Green Jacket Ceremony at the Masters on Sunday.
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AUGUSTA, Ga. — A year ago, Gerry and Rosie McIlroy were 4,000 miles away, at home in Northern Ireland, when their only child won his first Masters title and the career Grand Slam. This time around, Gerry and Rosie weren’t about to miss out again — but they were cutting it close. On a warm, still Sunday evening, as Rory was putting the finishing touches on what would be a one-shot win over world No. 1 Scottie Scheffler, the McIlroys pulled up in a golf cart in front of Augusta National’s clapboard clubhouse.
With Rory’s handlers and Augusta National member and general man-about-golf Jimmy Dunne in tow, Gerry and Rosie entered the building, passed through a narrow foyer lined with renderings of Masters champions past — their son among them — and exited through a back door onto the lawn just behind the 18th green, which by this point was ringed with patrons 20 or 30 rows deep. Gerry was in black wing tips, dark pants and a polo emblazoned with the logo of Seminole Golf Club, the exclusive South Florida haunt to which he belongs; Rosie was in a colorful, flowy top and white capris. Their son was about to be in his second green jacket.
Knowing the winning moment was imminent, Dunne suggested that the McIlroys might be better off staying in the clubhouse and watching the telecast in the reception room. The group wheeled around, ducked back inside and gathered around a small computer monitor that was streaming the Masters.com feed. Rory, after a wayward tee shot on 18, was sizing up his options from the pine trees right of the fairway. He had a two-shot lead and was still very much in control of his fate, but still … for his parents it couldn’t have been easy to watch.
And they didn’t — not for long, anyway, because just a couple of minutes later, Gerry and Rosie were on the move again. Someone on Rory’s team had recommended that they start walking down to the area behind the 18th green where friends and family gather to greet the victor. The McIlroys exited the clubhouse for a second time, navigated the masses craning for a view of the action and positioned themselves for an embrace that had been a lifetime in the making.
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The many sacrifices Gerry and Rosie made for their son have been well chronicled. As young Rory was taking to the game at Holywood Golf Club, in a suburb just east of Belfast, Gerry worked two jobs, as a locker-room attendant and bartender, while Rosie worked nights at a 3M factory. It wasn’t easy but it was necessary to support their son’s blossoming obsession: the lessons, the travel to competitions near and far, the lighted practice green in the yard behind their humble brick house. It was necessary for Rory to become Rory. “I’ll never be able to repay Mum and Dad for what they did,” Rory once said.
He has tried, though. Earlier this year, Rory took Gerry, a fine player in his own right, for a dream father-and-son spin around Augusta National, which marked Gerry’s first Augusta visit since Rory won there the previous April. They stopped at the spot on the par-5 15th from where Rory, in the fourth round of the 2025 Masters, hit a sublime drawing 7-iron; Rory dropped a ball and delivered another beauty. On the Sunday before this year’s Masters, Rory invited his father to play another round at Augusta — this time with Dunne and another Augusta member, entrepreneur Michael Walrath. Vibes were high. They were about to get much higher.
When McIlroy tidied up his winning bogey on the 18th green Sunday evening, the scene lacked some of the spine-tingling electricity from a year ago but still was not short on feels. After McIlroy hugged his caddie, Harry Diamond, and exchanged pleasantries with his playing partner, Cameron Young, he made his way to the roped-off channel behind the green where his family was waiting for him. The first squeeze went to his 5-year-old daughter, Poppy, who snuck under the rope line. Then came a kiss and a hug for wife Erica, who was hiding under a sun hat. Gerry and Rosie were next. Rory pulled them in close — Rosie under his left arm and Gerry under his right.
“Good thing you came!” the son said, beaming. “Good thing you came!”
Rory’s Tour pals were happy to see Rory’s parents, too. As Rory tended to his card in scoring inside the clubhouse, a swell of well-wishers gathered outside. Among them was Shane Lowry, who found Gerry and embraced him. So, too, did Tommy Fleetwood. Not that there was much time to loiter: the Green Jacket Ceremony beckoned. As Team McIlroy made the procession to the putting green where Augusta National chairman Fred Ridley would slide the coat on to Rory, Erica and Poppy led the charge. Gerry, who was in the parade behind them, laughed and said, “She’s experienced at this. She knows which way to go.”
From left, at the Green Jacket Ceremony: Harry Diamond; Gerry and Rosie McIlroy; Poppy and Erica McIlroy getty images
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When the proceedings began, the descending sun cast a lovely glow over Augusta National. Rory thanked the club and the staff and his “biggest supporters” in Erica and Poppy. Then he called out “Mum and Dad.”
“They weren’t here last year to celebrate with us last year, and surprisingly I had to convince them to come this year because they thought that the reason I won was because they weren’t here. So I’m glad that we proved that wrong.”
The crowd laughed.
“Mum and Dad,” Rory continued, looking at his parents, “I owe everything to you. You are, umm…”
Rory’s voice cracked. The crowd clapped. Rory wiped tears from his eyes.
“You’re the most wonderful parents,” he said. “And if I can be half the parent to Poppy as you were to me, then I know I’ve done a good job. Thank you.”
Later, when meeting with the press, Rory said that whenever he found himself thinking of his parents during the round, he squashed those thoughts. “I was like, ‘No, not yet, not yet,’” he said, adding, “It’s amazing to have them here. I’m excited to celebrate with them tonight.”
Gerry and Rosie were way ahead of him, over in Eisenhower Cabin, which is adjacent to the practice green on which their son had been presented the green jacket. As day was melting into night, Rory’s parents exited the cabin and began the walk to their next destination. The object in Gerry’s left hand indicated the party was well underway: a half-finished glass of beer.
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