Golfers are such weenies (and that’s not a word I usually use). They want quiet from observers (which they call The Gallery—so posh!) when they’re doing their thing. And they do it with a personal coach and advisor at hand.
Can you imagine baseball players—pitchers, batters, whatever—standing there with their advisor next to them, “geeze, will this be a knuckleball?” or “what do you think the batter’s expecting?”
Soccer players? Hah!