Masters 2026: The winner overshadowed by someone else's defeat

The lasting image of his win is the aftermath. Danny Willett stands front and center, smiling, draped in the spoils of his victory — but the eye keeps drifting to who’s behind him—the man who just hours before was so far ahead of everyone else.

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This Masters was supposed to be Jordan Spieth’s coronation. A second straight victory at Augusta National. You could see it on Spieth’s face as chairman Billy Payne shook Willett’s hand in Butler Cabin: a dazed, slack-jawed resignation, a man trying to process how the green jacket that was supposed to be his was now on someone else. The image went viral within minutes and it’s never really gone away.

This is what happens when history writes your name in someone else’s eulogy.

“Look, it is what it is,” Willett says now on how the 2016 Masters is framed. “People have got their own opinions, but, fortunately, at the end of the day I get to go back every year and wear a green jacket.”

Some majors are remembered not for who won them but how they are lost. Tom Watson, 59 years old, watching his approach trickle through the 72nd green at Turnberry, a chip and a putt from becoming the oldest major champion in history. Phil Mickelson and Colin Montgomerie self-destructing at Winged Foot. Jean Van de Velde wading into Carnoustie’s burn, dress pants rolled to his knees, the tournament already gone before he even picked up a club. Augusta could fill its own wing in this museum of misery: Roberto De Vicenzo signing for the wrong score, Scott Hoch missing from two feet, Greg Norman simply ceasing to exist on a Sunday afternoon in 1996. But few collapses were as visceral, or as sudden, as what happened to Spieth on the back nine in 2016.

There’s no need to relitigate Spieth’s trip to Amen Corner, for that has been dissected enough. He bogeyed 11 and quadruple bogeyed 12. But it’s worth remembering that someone walked out of the carnage wearing a green jacket, someone who is still waiting for his due.

Willett was good. Damn good. A former World No. 1 in the amateur game, Willett came to Augusta that spring ranked 12th in the world, coming off a season-opening win in Dubai and finishing third at Doral’s WGC a month before. There actually was a chance Willett wasn’t going to tee it up at the Masters; his wife was due with the couple’s first child for tournament Sunday. However, their son arrived the week before, allowing Willett to compete. “I was happy enough with where I was that if I didn’t play, I didn’t play, and I’d have a chance the year after to give it a go,” Willett said. “But obviously I went, and if I’m going to be there, I might as well make the most of it.”

He did, hanging around in the top 10 the first two days before moving into a tie for fifth after 54 holes, just three back of Spieth. In tough conditions on Sunday, Willet’s performance was strong, jumping into second after 11 holes. Still, Spieth was making the turn five shots ahead, and it seemed like everyone else had already awarded Spieth the title. Everyone except Willett.

“We’re still a long way back, let’s just keep trying to make birdies,” Willett remembers thinking. “Birdied 13 and 14, and at that point I wasn’t quite sure where we were because there wasn’t a leaderboard until the next one on 15.”

Augusta’s leaderboard scarcity is a feature, not a flaw. It turns the patrons into a telegraph system, roars and groans carrying information across the property faster than any scoreboard could. You learn to read the noise. A roar on 13 means someone went for it. A roar on 16 means someone found the cup. But that Sunday, the sound that traveled wasn’t a roar at all. It was something closer to a collective gulp. The sound of a tournament turning inside out. Willett felt it when he reached the 15th green. “Everyone was sort of gasping,” he recalls. He looked up at the leaderboard. In less than an hour, he had gone from five back to three ahead.

Willett played the last three holes one under, and though Spieth bounced back with birdies on 13 and 15, he ran out of gas on the final three holes. Willett won, and it wasn’t even close; he bested Spieth and Lee Westwood by three shots. The jacket was now in his closet. His name forever on the clubhouse trophy.

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Danny Willet signs Masters flags at the Players Championship after winning the Masters a month earlier.

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And then, almost immediately, the world moved on without him.

This is the part of the story that doesn’t get told, because it’s an uncomfortable thing to sit with: winning the Masters didn’t really launch Danny Willett. It more or less ended him, at least the version of him that belonged on that stage. Injuries crept in. Form evaporated. The scrutiny that follows a major champion — the cameras at the range, the opinions rendered on every mediocre round — arrived before he was ready to absorb it. “I was still young at the time,” he says. “Probably still a bit naive to the vastness of what winning at that place means.”

He’s had a good career since, winning the DP World Tour Championship in 2018, the BMW PGA Championship in 2019, the Dunhill in 2021. But he has not won another major. Never really contended in one. The world ranking that sat at 12th the week he slipped on the jacket drifted steadily in the wrong direction. For a stretch, it felt less like he had won the Masters and more like the Masters had happened to him — a thing so large and so sudden that he spent the better part of the next few years just trying to find his footing underneath it.

There’s a particular cruelty in winning something you weren’t quite supposed to win yet. The victory is real. The jacket is real. But the architecture of a career that earns it, that grows from it, that sustains it — that never quite materialized. Willett became one of those names that gets attached to a tournament rather than to a body of work. Ask someone about the 2016 Masters, and they’ll tell you about Spieth. Press them and they’ll remember Willett. That’s the order of it, and it hasn’t really changed.

Jordan Spieth and caddie Michael Gresller walk off the 18th green on the Sunday of the 2016 Masters.

Harry How

“We know that Jordan obviously messed up on 12, and we still came back with a couple of birdies and had a chance — if he’d birdied two of the last three, I think we’d have been in a playoff,” Willett says. “He had a great chance on 16 and didn’t make the birdie and then had to go for the pin on 17, which is a pretty naughty pin on the front there, hit the bunker and made bogey. But he still had a good chance to win.”

He means it without bitterness. That much is clear. The green jacket is an annual reminder that the victory happened, that it was real, that no amount of subsequent struggle rewrites the Sunday he went out and played 18 holes better than everyone else on the planet. “I didn’t really miss many golf shots,” he says of that back nine, “which gave me the opportunity to pounce if anything happened.”

Most major champions get to grow into what they’ve won. Willett never quite got that chance — the victory came fast and large and complicated, and the career that followed had its share of struggle. The injuries, the drift in the rankings, the years of searching for form that had briefly, brilliantly, visited him on a Sunday in April. For a while it felt like the Masters had happened to him rather than for him.

“Very rarely do people breeze round and nothing dramatic happens and they win by a couple,” Willett says. “There’s always something that happens on that back nine.”

But Willett came out the other side. He won again, and again after that, and rebuilt himself into something more durable than the overnight sensation the 2016 Masters briefly made him. And through all of it — the struggles and the comebacks and the quiet years in between — one thing remained constant: every April the invitation arrives, and Danny Willett goes back to Augusta as a former champion, which is the only credential that place has ever truly respected. He earned it on a Sunday when he was 28 years old, on the most famous back nine in golf, hitting the shots that needed to be hit when everything was on the line. The jacket still fits, and it always will.

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