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I’m worried my parents will show up at the Masters, admits Patrick Reed

Defending his title: Reed is back at the scene of his major breakthrough PICTURE: GETTY

PATRICK REED is concerned his estranged family might turn up at Augusta to watch him defend his Masters title this week.

Reed’s family feud with parents Bill and Jeanette and sister Hannah reportedly dates back to his wedding to wife Justine in 2012, although the player refuses to talk about the reasons.

His family still travel to tournaments, however, with Reed having a shock when seeing his father behind the green during last year’s Tour Championship.

And with his parents only living six miles from Augusta, Masters champion Reed told the New York Times: ‘I wouldn’t at all be surprised if they show up.’

His victory 12 months ago elevated Reed into the big league, and along with some maverick performances in recent Ryder Cups, has made him one of the most recognisable figures in golf.

‘[Winning last year] makes me more confident and comfortable around this course. I know what I need to do in order to compete and have a chance on Sunday. Knowing I have to give the [green] jacket back makes me more hungry and motivated to try to win another.

‘I’ve positioned the jacket everywhere I go, so every time I wake up I see it, and every time I come home and go to bed, I see it. I use it more as motivation.’

On his apparent struggle for popularity, Reed added: ‘I feel like I have a lot of fans out there. A lot of the fans respect great golf and want to see great golf. The more fans get to know you, they realise you’re just a normal guy playing golf.’

Reed’s hearty choice for last night’s Champions Dinner included bone-in rib-eye steak and macaroni cheese. Asked how much lighter he was compared with last year, he joked: ‘I’ve lost a little. The reason I lost a little is that tonight I knew what kind of menu I was putting out there. I need to leave a little room.’