"Ken was well known, and highly respected, by
all those who follow rugby; not just in
Northland, but throughout New
Zealand,"
said Mr Peters.
"There are a few former players around the world who will also remember Ken; quite likely with a wince in memory of a tackle that stopped them in their tracks.
"From the early 60s through to the mid 70s, Ken epitomised what Northland rugby was all about. He was fast, exciting, skilful, and direct.
"Ken was one of the provincial greats of New Zealand rugby. He personified the approach that has made our brand of game famous and feared throughout the world.
"Ken will be missed and my thoughts are with his family as they mourn his passing."
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Going's oldest son Darrell spoke of the privilege and thrills of having the father he had. The church rocked with laughter as Mr Going described the time his father told his then two small sons - "weighing about 60 kilos between us" - to slam a gate shut on a charging, full grown steer. The boys ended up with the gate on top of them and their father had time to give them a "filthy" look before chasing the bolting animal and crash tackling it.
"He was the stuff of legends," Mr Going said. "We had a great upbringing and dad was always in the middle of the action with us kids."
His younger brother Brian also had the audience laughing as he told of Ken's infamous ability to always be late, to have the most untidy fishing tackle box, his rattly, fume-filled old Datsun, his stubbornness - and his supportiveness, strength, dedication, determination, decency.
Brian sent a message to the Mid Northern premier players who were at the funeral before playing the Joe Morgan Memorial Trophy final at Okara Park that afternoon.
"KT was a rugby nutter," he said. "He would have loved to see you play today."
The last of the tributes came from Ken Going himself, in words he penned before he died, read by his widow Patricia.
He thanked Patricia for their years of happiness and undying love. KT wrote that this time he had the ball again and, as he was always able to in life, his loved ones were there to carry him across that line and help him put the ball down.
Gracious and humble, Ken Going was a true gentleman to the end, and his last words were not so much a farewell as a thank you.


what is out there. He will be missed very much by the Maromaku,
Mid-Northern, Northland and Rugby communities. 