Golf: Woods box set: Big tease Tiger still calling shots on his way out

Tiger Woods decline should be a Netflix series. Photo / AP

Netflix should surely bow to the temptation and buy up Tiger Woods, Professional Golfer. It is the show that keeps on giving; episode after episode, series after series, box set after box set. Breaking Bad with spikes on.

There were a few signs the tale was losing its interest, but this season has been a classic, quite the achievement considering he has not hit a competitive shot since February. Outside the ropes, Woods has continued to lasso us all.

There was the driving-under-the-influence saga and the ensuing revelations about his dependency on prescription drugs and yet another humbling journey through rehab.

There were the naked pictures released of him and a former girlfriend and the rapid court action to take them down. And, all the while, in the background there has been the back problem, that ticking time bomb which the observer is never allowed to forget and which threatens to blow the entire script asunder.

Woods has played his role admirably, opening up his character to allow us a glimpse, but never enough to realise the full picture. Show, dont tell, in all its glory.

Take the Presidents Cup. In the guarded old days, he would have batted away each and every personal query, saying he was there as Steve Strickers assistant and this was only about the team. Not now.

In a cliffhanger which had us all on the edge of our seats, Woods admitted he might never play golf again.

Definitely, he replied when asked if he could envisage his golf-less scenario. Was this the beginning of the end, should we prime the grand goodbyes?

Rory McIlroy seemed minded to, taking time out to give an emotional monologue.

If this is it, he doesnt have anything to prove to anyone - not to me, not to us, not to himself, McIlroy said. He can walk away with his head held high.

The immortal pedestal thus was duly being erected.

But then, in the next instalment, the big tease released a video to social media of him playing what suspiciously looked like proper golf.

Alongside the 24-second clip came the tag-line - Smooth iron shots. Show, dont tell, remember. On Tuesday, he took it up another notch. He was always going to be at the Tiger Woods Invitational, to be among the millionaire amateurs who have paid ridiculous amounts for three days at Pebble Beach, but just a few weeks ago, it would have seemed implausible that he would be conducting a clinic there. But there he is, on another posted clip, in front of adoring bankers and lawyers hitting more full shots.

Granted, the motion appears a bit snatchy, a little tentative, but he certainly looks capable.

What does it mean? Is he close to coming back? Could we even see him again this year, perhaps at his own 18-man event in the Bahamas at the end of next month? The entry list shows us that one space remains unfilled.

Why does he still captivate us so? Why, with the emergence of so many young, fearless players, do we keep going back to this rapidly ageing 41-year-old without a win in four years and a major in eight?

It can only be because he is the superstar of our lifetime and no, we just cannot let go. Not until we know how the greatest golf story ever told concludes and the credits roll to their pitiful closure.

- Telegraph Group Ltd