Queensland's State of Origin miracle man, Israel Folau, is on his knees giving thanks to his God for sealing Queensland’s sublime 16-10 series clincher with some divine intervention down the blindside for Thursto to lay on Billy’s preordained four pointer.

Now if the Good Lord could just deliver the boys from the evil of the after-Origin grog orgy … but only fellow Mormon Ben Hannant is interested in a Midnight mass-Bible reading.

Most of the team would rather head off with Michael Crocker to the Kings Cross bars, than cleanse their souls amid a stack of soiled footy socks left in a pile on the dressing room floor.

Afterwards Israel feels it’s his mission to also head to the Cross to press the flesh ... by helping out at the Mormon Church’s soup kitchen.

He gets just past the Harbour Bridge when a chirpy Sam Newman hops into his cab that is stopped at the lights.

And so it comes to pass, rather than chip/kick, that we arrive at the Four Temptations of the divinely-inspired Israel.

Sam leers: “Israel old son, we’ve been watching you down in Melbourne for a while now. The way you jumped over that dumb schmuck of a winger to take that mark of the year ... we knew all along you were one of us.

“Brownie from the Lions couldn’t have done it better. The Melbourne Demons want you … just name your price and I’ll throw in all the wine, women and Footy Show appearances you can handle – once I get out of Channel Nine purgatory where Eddie McGuire and I are sharing a cell.”

Aussie rugby coach Robbie Deans, who got into the cab at another set of lights says: “Don’t fall for that tired line Israel … it’s as old as Sam’s original sin of being born. Give in to AFL and you’ll never rep for Australia again … unless you consider playing against some Irish pub drunks who kick a round ball into nets.

“Gaelic footy is for girls. Look, you are the answer to the Reds' and the Wallabies' prayers … but you can play for the 'Tahs, Force or the Brumbies if you like … we like to be accommodating.

“Lote still gets paid a bundle to play for a state he hates and not score tries for them. Why, we don’t even care about national allegiances … look at me, from All Black reject to Aussie saviour … and it’s the game they play in heaven!”

A cranky Craig Bellamy, who hopped onboard at a recent red light says: “Israel take a look at Robbie’s hairline – there’s a tattoo that says “sux, sux, sux” – that’s not his hat size.

“It’s the number of the Beast. I’m here to save you from false idols. Look, it might be too late to deliver you from the Broncos, but at least think about playing for the Blues next year.

“We have a written confession from you mother, Amelia, that you were actually born in Pottsville and played your first senior game of footy before your parents were forced to put you on a reed boat and float you down the Tweed where John Ribot found you washed up on Snapper Rocks and declared you a Maroon.

“God meant for you to find your way out of the wilderness and set your true people – the poor under the pump New South Welshmen – free!”

Bill “Hollywood” Harrigan, who lobbed in the cab last stop says: “Israel, I was lost as an NRL video ref, but I have seen the light.

“A force almost as infallible and all-seeing as me, has commanded me to enlist you to go forth and smite a mighty blow … for TV ratings! Gladiator Crusader, are you ready!”

Israel looks to the heavens for a sign, but receives a text invite from Shane Warne for a hand of poker.