My mate Satts!

Is it just me or does everyone love a brush with fame?

I spent last week on holidays at North Stradbroke Island, with four girlfriends, a heap of kids and very little sign of the husbands.

On Thursday, when the wind chased us off the beach early, we decided to take the kids to the pub for lunch (best spot ever for a pub, by the way…)

One of the barmen was a pretty old bloke who took a bit of a shine to us girls - not in a creepy way – in my favourite, cheeky-old-bloke-with- a-twinkle-in-his-eye type way…

We all loved him, he was feeding the kids red cordial drinks for free and generally making our day great…

Long story short, as we were leaving, he gave us all a cuddle, and in passing, happened to mention he used to play rugby league…and might have captained Australia once or twice…

His name is John Sattler. Now because we’re idiot girls - we didn’t really get it. He mentioned his son Scott Sattler (which rang a bell with me) so we gave him a bit of credit for Scott, said good bye and went home to call our husbands and see if they have ever heard of him…

I can hear the rugby league lovers groaning from here...by the way....

Turns out John Sattler is one of leagues legendary tough men. In the 1970 Grand Final, he was captain of the Rabbitohs. Five minutes into the match, "Satt's" jaw was smashed. He played the remaining 75 minutes with his teeth clenched hard, finally running out winners over Manly.

Awesome man...great fun....hugely exciting...