The rugby league adornment – a prince among the paupers whenever he takes the field – sits shoulders slumped in the dressing room in the lead up to Origin.

He has just inspired his team to a hard-fought victory that night … feeling the waves of crowd adulation wash over him.

But the backslaps from the fans feel like a knife blade through the heart, for it confirms what everyone but the dimwit Queensland selectors know.

It is clear that his team simply would not have been roaring their victory song if not for him.

He was completely dominant. He is the money man.

Instead of feeling exhilaration … there is only bitterness. The razzle dazzle has gone unrewarded again … all because the @$%&$*% Origin imbeciles have overlooked him for the Big One in Sydney.

“Where is the justice, for crying out loud! I’m as hot as Jeff Fenech gift watch – can’t those damn fools see that! What were they thinking when the named the Maroons and left me in the lurch … I’ve sweated blood to get back where I belong!

“I hope Des Morris was out there tonight peeing his pants after the show I turned on.

“Man, can’t they just get on with it and accept what I got … before I go back to rugby. I’ve got star power … why else did three thousand screaming fans turn up here at Ron Costello Oval in conditions cold enough to freeze the fur on Bundy Bear! My very presence makes this Jim Beam Cup turn overproof with a little shot of something extra the ladies just love.

“Who else could inspire their side to comeback from 22-0 down for a 30-22 miracle! The way I leapt in the air like I had wings…caught the ball then stepped two wild turkeys like they were not there, not anywhere for four big ones.

“Then I do the old dummy-half dozer for a meat pie double. Thanks a lot for coming Erina Eagles to help prove my greatness! But it still hurts …

“I, Wendell Sailor, should be in camp bonding with Israel Folau, not having to go pee in a bottle and have my nose cavity swabbed by the drug lab boys.”

The Shellharbour Marlins coach comes up and puts his arm around his guest celebrity who will probably go on to play for St George Illawarra, minus the man who signed Dell … a near-death Nathan Brown.

“Dell, I’d just like to say … good luck. I won’t be seeing you next week. Everyone has to move on.”

“Yeah, ain’t it the truth. Look coach, don’t take my promotion to the Dragons too hard … just look out for me in State of Origin II. I’ll be sensational.”

“Dell … you’re not going anywhere just yet. It’s me that’s moving on. I got a call from the club president. The new coach arrives for Monday’s recovery session. You’ll enjoy next week’s Marlins training…even if Muzza Murray is the former Cockroach coach.”

“Hey, now that’s an idea,” Big Dell enthuses.

“I wonder if Muzz is still connected…playing for the Blues sort of grows on you … a bit like leprosy…but at least it’s the main game.”