When I was a student the college 2nd Rugby XV, whose hooker was yours truly, arranged a match with a difference against the University Welsh Society, the difference being the barrels of beer at the side of the pitch whose contents were liberally sampled at the end of each of the four quarters into which the match was divided.
For info if Jurgen4 sees this, we hammered the Welsh that day. Whether it was because we held our drink better or because they were just sh!te, we never knew.