Just think about what it must be like to be Greg Inglis. Not Inglis the troubled footballer facing charges, but Inglis the spectacularly gifted footballer facing acres of green grass in front of him.
What must it feel like to run those acres at such speed, as he did against England the last time the two sides met, in one of the most indelible images of the Four Nations so far?
''It just feels like nothing else is there,'' Inglis said. ''I feel like someone is helping me, from upstairs; someone is watching over me. That's what it feels like. I'm just in a different place just tunnel vision. I just go totally blank. Everything blacks out. Nothing gets into my mind, no thought. Just run. I know where I'm going to go. It's probably one of the best feelings you can get.
''At the end of the day I just put my head down and just run. That's what I've always done.''
It was some sight. And yet, like Sydneysiders who get blase about their Harbour Bridge, his teammates take his talent for granted.
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