"My Dad used to write to me and said TP (McLean) had called me the Black Panther in his reports," Waka Nathan recalls.
"It didn't bother me, I quite liked it and then the French started calling me the Panthoire Noire, it was all in good humour."
Nathan needed his renowned sparkle to deal with two All Black visits to Europe four years apart and two broken jaws. In '63 he was told he would be out of rugby for six months but was back in one although he was very grizzly in that short absence because his enormous appetite was restricted when his mouth was wired up.
When his jaw lost a battle with a punch four years later, the idea of another bout of liquid food had Nathan thinking he would return home.
"I was pretty disappointed and thought damn it but Fred (Allen) talked me out of it."