This happened to us in Cyprus.
There was a UNICYP cricket contest and we, the RAF UN detachment at Nicosia went off into the sticks to DANECON to play the Danes.
They met us, twelve blokes with white shirts and slacks and we retired tp the mess tent for lunch. That consisted of copius amouts of real Carlsberg lager.
We strolled out to the area of ground that looked like a cricket pitch and eleven different blokes turned up.
Gloating amonst the spectators was their Brit Army liasion officer, an RE captain who had coached the team, and to his delight we got duffed up.