Jarryd Hayne excited fans when he burst through the defence in his first NFL game.
Jarryd Hayne excited fans when he burst through the defence in his first NFL game.

SOAPBOX: Relax: Let the Hayne plane soar on its own

THEY say a week is a long time in sport.

It's a long time in anything really.

I felt like I'd lived a week, after less than two hours since Jarryd Hayne made his outstanding debut in a warm-up game against a bunch of third and fourth-string Texans.

Social media and clickbait stories have done nothing but turn us into a hyped-up, over-the-top bunch of clowns in my opinion.

Scott Sawyer.
Scott Sawyer.

Hayne hasn't made yards against the Indianapolis Colts' first-team.

He's played the equivalent of an Ashes tour match and scored a few runs against some Pommy plumber who plays a bit of cricket in between pints.

Not that I'm not supportive of him.

I'm all aboard the Hayne Train in his NFL quest.

I just think we all need to settle down a little bit.

We didn't go this crazy when Shane Watson made runs did we?

Oh wait.

That never happened.

And with that cricket segue; I turn my attention to what has really broken my spirit.

The death of long-form, pure, beautiful test cricket.

It's dead.


Hit and giggle with slapshots, horror techniques, giant bats and concrete-like pitches for a few million bucks has well and truly replaced the baggy green as the ultimate and the sport is worse off for it.

What happened to dreaming of digging in on a green deck and grinding out a gritty, bloodied, bruised 50 or 100?

When did that become less rewarding than seeing those infuriating fireworks light up for a top edge that's flown 80 metres?