Masters winner Adam Scott was given a list of rules about wearing the green jacket US Masters champion Adam Scott, blasting out of a bunker in Georgia in September, is a proud supporter of the Australasian tour. Photo: AFP Source: Getty Images HOLD the front page! Hold the back page! Hold every blasted page! You won the Masters! "I think at the end of the year I'll have time to sit down and watch a replay of the whole telecast and try to reflect properly on it then," Adam Scott tells The Weekend Australian. I haven't spent much time getting my head back in that moment. I haven't really had the chance to work out what it really means. I just tried to get on with the rest of the majors and the tour itself, but come the end of the year there will be an opportunity to digest what really happened. When I do get to the replay, I imagine it won't be the worst thing I've ever watched, but all I've done so far is fast-forward to the back nine on the Sunday. That was a few weeks later, when I took a bit of a look. The curiosity got the better of me, the temptation, I guess you could say. I went straight to the swings that I remembered had felt really good. I'd like to lock them up and keep them for the rest of my life. I just wanted to see what they looked like. Scott's month-long victory lap of Australian tournaments begins on Thursday. He needs R and R. Instead, he supports the local tour. Bravo. It's his first time in the country since he conquered Augusta in April. Upon arrival, he will have nothing to declare except his genius. Oscar Wilde, too, had a green jacket (and teeth). Scott's fabled piece of cloth, a size 40 regular, will be paraded at the Australian PGA at Royal Pines from Thursday; the Australian Masters at Royal Melbourne from November 14; the same handsome course for the World Cup from November 21, and the Australian Open at Royal Sydney from November 28. When Scott was being interviewed recently for the 25th anniversary edition of The Weekend Australian Magazine, driving through Manhattan traffic with his mobile on speaker phone, he talked of his envy of Australia's footballers and cricketers for being able to ply their trades on home soil. How he regretted that returning to Australia could feel like a holiday because his matters of business (playing tournaments) were mostly undertaken in the US. He claimed he was consciously trying to forge a positive international image for all Australians while he strode the world sporting stage. He marvelled at the possibility/probability/dead certainty that of the 150 million TV viewers for the Masters, a million-plus were Australians watching a couple of putts that stopped the nation on a Monday morning. Evident in Scott is the contrast between the mature international citizen and the excitable 33-year-old bloke who is so stoked to have a green jacket that he wears it in his hotel room, and his various luxury homes in Switzerland and the Bahamas, when he's alone. For a fortnight after the Masters, his morning ritual was to put on the kettle at his digs on the northwestern tip of New Providence, slide into the jacket and have a cuppa. "It feels kind of light, and it feels pretty sweet," Scott laughs. It's a pretty good fit considering they have a bit of a guess at your size, but I don't wear it anywhere too unusual because they give you a two-page list of rules for it. That came as a bit of a surprise. It's not exactly casual wear in their eyes. You have to be dressed up to have it on in public. The etiquette of the jacket - there are some serious club rules in there. I'm trying to do it by the book. I know it sounds like an odd thing to say, but I'm trying not to do anything to upset the jacket. When people see it, they don't even think it's real. They just stare at it, like it's this mythical thing - the green jacket! The other day a friend came over and he just about died when he saw it lying on the sofa. That side of it is enjoyable. I've had it with me almost every week since they gave it to me. "A lot of great things happened afterwards," he says. I've been really interested to see how far the Masters tournament reaches. It seems to go beyond just the sport of golf and starts to touch people in the real world, I guess. People who aren't necessarily complete sports fans. The nicest things since I won have not been the most spectacular. They've just been all the really simple messages of congratulations from people in all walks of life. And from people who have been involved in different stages of my life and my career. There were so many emails and texts that were really kind and emotional. They're the things I'll keep forever. Defining moments of Scott's win: the pumping fists and cry of "Come on Aussie!" when he nailed his birdie putt on the 72nd hole; the soaring, impeccable, "feathered" six-iron approach to the 10th green under extraordinary pressure on the second playoff hole against Angel Cabrera; the sweetest putt of his life to elevate himself into Australian sporting folklore; the adrenalised, bug-eyed roar when the putt dropped to end one of the deepest hexes on Australian sport; the embrace with his father, Phil. Phil told Adam: "This is as good as it gets." No arguments. "That was absolutely special," Scott says. His life has been about golf. We're so close and he has been such a big part of my career. He coached me when I was growing up and he did so much for me. He was at the British Open when I let that one slip away the year before. I think, at the time, he probably took that harder than me. So for him to be there again when it all went right at Augusta, I'm just really glad he was. They're the only two majors he goes to. It really was a great moment. Come on, Aussie! Where did that come from, oh normally placid soul? "Honestly, out of nowhere," he says. There was always a lot of talk again about Australians never winning at Augusta. When are you guys going to win it? A few of us were in the mix and it was looking like it might be our year. Come on, Aussie: to use those words, it took me by surprise as well. I guess there was a bit of a sense that people at home might have been enjoying it. I guess those words have always been in Australia's sporting parlance, especially with the old cricket ads. I thought, 'Why not?' Let's mark the moment. Because here comes a man of distinction. Here comes the No 2-ranked golfer in the world. Here comes the Masters champion.