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734 according to the OWC.
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It was the night before Christmas, and all through the land
people reminisced, including rugby league fans.
From the World Cup just passed, to the Origin win,
to the birdies Grand Final, there's reasons to grin.
But it's over now, and we settle in to wait,
waiting for the year to come, and wondering our fate.
Will our buys work wonders and will our team really gel?
We all wish for war thunder but right now it's hard to tell.
We all bluster and fluster and write articles full of jest,
just to stave off the boredom of only tennis and cricket tests.
We wonder greatest players and where SB Williams fits in?
but we all lose sleep while awaiting that next win.
It's December twenty fourth according to the calendar,
so let's think on the names that we all should remember.
On Meninga, on Smith, on Lewis, on Gasnier
On Churchill, on Johns, on Lockyer, on Messenger.
Think on these players and be happy, rejoice,
but let's not forget the dark to the light of these boys.
The ASADA comes in wielding nothing but suspicion
and banning the shoulder charge, "is this game now for women"?
Seven tackle tries, and squirrel gripping testicles,
any Parramatta game, all Bourbon Becky articles,
no more punch-ons, no more scum signs,
too much wrestling, Folau is still unsigned?
Now let's focus on the whole world, and all of it's joys,
Samoa v New Zealand, English Hardmen and Australia's bag of toys,
The Fijian prayer circle, and tears of passion from grown men,
and bitter tears of regret when forced home again.
Alas, it wasn't all glory in the cup of the planet,
the people all loved it, the idiot media wants to can it.
But for every word in the competitions opposition,
there's a thousand per second to deny that supposition.
"There were no crowds!" so half a million is now a few?
"Nobody cares about league!" So the Fijians tears must not be true?
"It's all down to three! It's pointless this tourney!"
It's not about the result, you dunce, it's all about the journey.
"Why allow players to drink!" They are all human, and need time off.
"Athletes aren't human!" Do you listen to yourself you toss?
"Australia are better, the others should just give up!"
That would defeat the whole purpose of a god damned world cup.
Let's switch tracks, because it is attention they crave,
these scum of the earth, hidden deep in News Ltd troll caves.
Lets talk top four, New Zealand, Australia, Fiji and England,
actually let's skip Australia and Fiji because we all know what happened.
New Zealand and England fought the fiercest of battles,
monstrous English forwards had the New Zealand team rattled.
At 79 minutes, the boys in red and white were in!
Until Johnson saw them slack off and approached with a grin.
Dodge, weave, step and slice back!
He left the English line dumbfounded at the speed of attack.
The crowd was silenced as the whistle was blown,
and as Johnson hit the goal, all over the stadium a moan.
New Zealand had done it, they stole England's win.
A place in the final, New Zealand were in!
So the day came they awaited with all baited breath.
Kick off, ten minutes later the kiwis faced death.
So it was that Australia won, and did so in grand fashion.
It was never in doubt, and still the crowd showed passion.
The "meaningless" Englishmen stayed after the game
for the awards ceremony, and cheered despite their pain.
It was a grand victory indeed, at Old Trafford that day,
not so much for the team, but the whole sport that they play.
So let us remember and celebrate a celebration
of the Greatest Game of All, played by many nations.
And so the year draws to a close, and our fields lay bare,
the goalposts removed so soccer could be played there.
Yea the year draws to a close, and Saint Nick rides his boomers,
Fifty two days from the Nines, I wish they could come sooner.
So it is the night before Christmas, and tonight I can't sleep.
I lay and reminisce on the year both the bitter and sweet.
I cry over Melbourne's finals exit and the loss of Fiji.
Damn, I think tomorrow i'll throw on the barbie and watch my 2012 Grand Final DVD.