Ian Fraser, Dick Walton, Russell Strachan, Stu Read, Paul Stigley, Longo Taulealo, John Quinney
Bill Cox, Rick Armstrong, Tim Harley, Geoff Fougere, Jon Lorentz, David Maidment, Maurie Love, Rod Crone
Kit Wilson, Mike Baird, Dave Williams, Dave Hamilton ( Vice Captain), Brian Knowles ( Captain), Alan Mowat, Duncan Mac Donald, Murray Rowden, Tim Bishop
Tony Wood, Nic Davidson ,Dave Butcher, Chris Dawson, Angus McIntyre, Chris Ashton, Colin Fraser and Loyal linesman, Bish Baines
Silverware:Rolleston House Shield (1st time since 1962), Warwick House Cup , CRFU 3rdGrade Cup
The 1968 rugby match between CH and our main rival, Rolleston House, was a game to remember. The CH magazine records it this way: “The game of the year was a thrill-packed R.H. match. Knowles (our captain, Brian Knowles) kicked a penalty in the first few minutes, then R.H. equalized with a try, but before half-time we landed another penalty to make it 6-3. R.H. came right back with a converted try, but then Read kicked a fantastic 45-yard penalty. With the score 9-8, the tension mounted, but C.H. hung on to the final whistle with sound defence and sparkly attacking movements. Our first R.H. win since 1962.”
David Maidment writes:I remember that it was a cold, dreary day. The field was muddy, the contest hard fought. When the score was 6-3 in our favour, there was a maul near our goal line. The ball came back to me as full-back and I attempted a clearing kick to the right touch. Unfortunately, the wet ball slipped off the side of my foot within the in-goal area, where a Rolleston player fell on it and scored. They converted the try to lead 8-6 (a try was 3 points in those days).
Back and forth the game went until late in the contest, when just on the Rolleston side of halfway, we were awarded a penalty. It was judged too far for the range of Brian Knowles, so the ball was given to our lock forward, Stuart Read – or “SAL” Read as we called him from his initials S.A.L. Read, a man of prodigious strength, yet now tired from play at lock forward deep into the game. He set up the kick torpedo-style, from near the center of the field, and lifted the ball out of the wet and mud. As Winston McCarthy would have said “Wait for it, wait for it, …. it’s a goal!” A wonderful goal kick, the best I ever remember from all the years I played rugby.