Outwardly there is little sign that age has slowed Woods or that injury has ravaged him. The muscularity of his youth is retained in the powerful silhouette that still sets him apart. And beneath the obligatory cap the game face he presents makes it possible to believe he has never been away. Only when you notice the taping of the neck beneath his polo shirt is the new reality betrayed. Woods woke with a stiff neck and underneath the Nike armour he was a patchwork of physiotherapy jiggery pokery.