It nearly rhymed with psychosis. A lot of those people are screaming at him, sometimes when he's standing over a shot. It is awesome to watch. To the contrary, he hears everything. He's most assuredly not saying.
Woods gives away nothing in postmatch interviews.
No emotions, no personal details whatsoever. He treats every press tent as a sensory-deprivation chamber. Woods's gallery was managed last week by an elite commando unit of golf marshals, the same men who have worked his rounds at the Open since Troon three years ago. Such vigilance is now necessary on golf courses, thanks largely to Woods. A tournament-record throng of 230,000 attended this year's Open, and it finally overwhelmed Her Majesty's Marshals on Sunday evening, breaching the security cordon on the 18th fairway and pouring forth behind Woods like water through a burst dam, threatening to carry him to the green.