My favourite Peach memory is of Peach the man, not the player. A few years, my dancing school put on a fundraising display in the mall, where all the dancers performed. The display took place on the same day the Sharks were to play the Cowboys at Dairy Farmers. I could see this man watching me perform but I didnt pay particular attention until after the display was finished. It turned out this man was Peach himself. Being a huge Sharks fan I naturally freaked and ran over and asked him for his autograph. He was so humbling, he wanted to know all about my dancing and about me. There was no pretence with him, even though he could see that I was in total awe of him. He even waited around while I went and bought a disposable camera so I could capture the momen. He took the time to learn my name and treated me like a friend not just a crazy fan. After the game, I went to met the other players. Peach saw me and called me by name, introducing me to his family. Every year since I have gone to met the players, and every year he has remembered my name and greeted me like a friend. He is not just a great player but an amazing man. He will forever be my hero, and the heart and soul of the Cronulla Sharks. I am so devasted he is not with us any more, but his impact on the club will remain forever. Thanks for the memories Peach, and thanks for being my hero....
much has been said and written about the qualities of the man on and off the pitch. at 11.30am on a cold saturday morning the chap gave his time out to turn up at moorfield and meet the kids training and pose for his picture to be taken also. 
