The Open: Brian Harman's Royal Liverpool win celebrated at local American diner

Late on the rainiest but for him the happiest of Sundays, Brian Harman queued for a table in the Wirral town of West Kirby. He was cuddling newly acquired silverware and, appropriately, the restaurant was an American meat joint.

Diners were soon aware they were in the company of the new Open champion - the man dubbed "the butcher of Hoylake" for his propensity to slay and eat big game.

And for the first time there was a genuine buzz about a US golfer, who hours earlier had completed his domination of the sport's oldest and most prestigious major.

Suddenly Harman was the smiling centrepiece for a flurry of selfies and once a table was found beer started to flow from the Claret Jug. He celebrated with fellow pros Sepp Straka and JT Poston.

Laughter and happiness filled their little corner of Hickory's Smokehouse with the famous trophy sitting at the end of the table.

It was in contrast to the dour, soggy atmosphere in which the 36-year-old champion had played the golf of his life hours earlier.

When fans are clutching umbrellas it is very difficult to applaud, but I have never known a quieter championship and less warmth shown towards the winner - especially while they were compiling a golfing masterpiece.

Obviously the galleries were hoping for home success, but Tommy Fleetwood and Rory McIlroy were unable to match the extraordinary levels attained by the Georgia native who triumphed by six shots.

Those soaked spectators were also desperate to see a contest. Again, Harman was the party-pooper holding the field at arms length, as he did from the moment he holed for eagle on Friday lunchtime to take a five-stroke lead into the weekend.

Still, the job needed completing by a player who had not won since 2017 despite 29 top-10 finishes in that time. The composed, steely, disciplined golf he played over the final two rounds was top drawer stuff.

But few in the crowd made much noise to acknowledge the accuracy of his approach play. "There was a couple times I got up there and I was like, oh, that's better than I thought it was," Harman admitted.

And then there was the precision of his putting. A missed seven-footer on the 13th hole of his final round was his only blemish from inside 10 feet all week on greens that bamboozled many of his rivals.

Harman credits a device he found lying around at home that helps reflect his action and enabled him to make a crucial technical tweak, "It's a silly looking mirror where it's got like a little better release pattern," he revealed.

"I was just kind of cutting my putts too much. I spent a lot of time just feeling the ball, almost hitting like a baby draw with my putter, and it's been really, really good the last month or so."

World beating good.

And allied to a cussed determination not to squander this opportunity to land a first major title. How did he respond to the bogey at 13? By canning a 40-footer for birdie at the next hole - one of the most difficult on the course.

Earlier he had made a similar impact with his tee shot to the awkward par-three sixth after covering the first five holes in two over par.

At that stage there was a little bit of jeopardy - cheers could be heard elsewhere, encouraging potential charges from the likes of McIlroy and Jon Rahm.

Quietly, though, Harman shut the door on such drama. Another clinical birdie followed at the seventh to keep him on track.

"With the weather and the scenario, you're going to hit bad shots," he said. "I knew that the way I responded to that would determine whether I'd be sitting here or not (with the trophy)."

It was an incredible and determined performance in incessant rain. The wind died on the back nine, meaning the short, controversial 17th was far less likely to yield a Jean van de Velde style collapse, which - by then - was the only hope for the rest.

Walking immediately behind Harman for the 150 yards or so to the final tee, it was striking how quiet the fans were. Smatterings of applause was as loud as it got on what should have been a tumultuous march to the final tee.

Maybe his much publicised hunting hobby did not sit well with fans, maybe it was the fact that there had been barely a flicker of emotion from the player throughout his journey to glory?

Eventually he received deserved acclaim when he escaped from only his second bunker of the week and landed on the home green. Only then did he allow himself to accept the notion that the job was done.

That was when emotion became apparent and we saw a smile to light the gloomy skies overhead. Potential at last fulfilled, perhaps at a time when Harman - a former amateur world number one - thought such moments had passed him by.

"I'm 36 years old," he acknowledged. "The game is getting younger. All these young guys coming out, hit it a mile, and they're all ready to win. Like when is it going to be my turn again?

"It's been hard to deal with. I think someone mentioned that I've had more top-10s than anyone since 2017, so that's a lot of times where you get done, you're like, dammit, man, I had that one; it just didn't happen for whatever reason."

American Ryder Cup captain Zach Johnson will be thrilled with this victory. Playing with Fleetwood on Saturday, Harman showed no sign of being intimidated by the passionate home support for the Englishman.

To Harman, silence was golden and that is what the Americans will want in Rome this September. He looks amply qualified for the job.

"I enjoy match play," Harman warned. "I've done well in all the match play tournaments I've played in. I had a really good junior record and amateur record in match play. I enjoy the head-to-head competition."

He will go to Italy as the champion golfer of the year, looking to break more European hearts.

"To come out and put a performance like that together, like start to finish, I just had a lot of control," he reflected on Sunday night. "I don't know why this week, but I'm very thankful that it was this week."

The so called trophy hunter has, at last, become a successful hunter of trophies - as was witnessed when the Claret Jug made its visit to that West Kirby eatery.