Yes, get hold of the rugby office in Deepcut. You'll need a ticket (which you can always get on the day at the gate) and a flyer/bracelt thinggy to get you into the bar. These are rationed and you need to get them via the corps. These bracelets are a pain in the arrse (and smoething introduced about 3 years ago) to stop people going from bar to bar to see their mates (crowd control my arrse). Most people hang around their respective bars for all of 30 mins after the match and then head for the Cabbage Patch or Rugby Tavern in town.
They've always charged Â£2 each for the bracelets to cover the costs of the "entertainment" (though the last time I saw any was about 3 years ago in the N Tryline Bar when there was a jazz band on for all of 5 mins until they gave up with the noise, now we get stuck in that freezing wind-tunnel that is the Ruck and Maul Bar there's FA point in "entertainment" unless it's one of the Matelots getting their fake knockers out).
Kentish town. Out the tube station, turn right. 100m fork in road, take left fork. Church is big building on right with a line of rugby shirted unshaven men with carry outs from the local offy and thousand yard startes because they're lusting after the gullible looking aussie lassies in low cut tops. Ask the men that look like they took longdon single handed standing around in black warden jackets, they'll direct you.
still there. The main one (looks like the badass orc thing in lord of the rings) showed his feminine side last year - upon seeing that the girl I was escorting was freezing her chebs off, he ordered some bloke three rows back to take his coat off and offer it to the lady "like a fcuking gentleman" this he did like his life depended on it (i think it did) before the Orc asks "what's happened to chivalry amongst you cnuts?"