You need to put your posts in poetry form mate, you'll get so much more respect on this forum.
Okay, okay... anything you want mate, no trouble here...
The one-time fan of rugby's hero
who gave it up for San Francisco,
watches with a bemused dismay
"what game are they trying to play?!"
The play had ended; action stalled,
the whistle blown and stoppage called.
The players with each panting breath
had fought for inches to the death
Had run and hit and wheeled and strained,
kaepernick'ed. Jarrod Hayne'd.
The action that was fever-pitched
to slo-mo silence now has switched.
The one-time fan who loves his hero
but understands completely zero
of the tactics and the planning
the coach is frantically scanning
in a window cruelly short,
itself a thirty second sport.
Who's developed no appreciation
and thinks tension is procrastination,
and suspense is just time for ads
and not the thing for Aussie lads.
Finally he's reached his limit
and being one who isn't timid,
pulls out a tape that's well watched,
of another Sharks grand final botched
yells "this yankee ****s done in me head!
Stuff it I'll watch League instead!"