I was reminded this morning of one of those rugby matches that pop up in the military. Usually a scratch side, you find yourself playing "some local bunch" or "dunno, who did you say they were again?". They then turn out to be the finest side for miles around, national champions or even a national XV. Luckily entropy is usually maintained because you turn out to have an ex-Cambridge blue fly-half and the Army development squad back row to call upon. Or a South African international - this actually happened. He refused to play because he thought he might hurt someone and in hindsight he was quite right, because I saw him training. My finest hour in this line came when in 1996 combined Services Split played Coatia. We thought we were playing Split RFC aand prepared (if you consider a Dusheera curry and piss-up followed by a goat sacrifice preparation!) accordingly. It could have al gone badly wrong but we managed to beat them 52-10. I think they were having a bit of a hang-over from their recent victory over norway in the RWC qualifiers but there you go... They were very nasty about it until the final whistle went, when as if by magic (rugby...true international glue), the hate faces came off and they became tremendous hosts - even though they were probably earning 20DM a month each! Then again there was that game in Oman when I got kicked in the head by a Balushi...any other stories of far-flung and improbable matches? Or unusual personnel, ex-internationals, people who had never played before and scored five tries, an Aussie who looked in his boot and asked where the money was before telling stories of his days as an RL international et cetera?