Is it the kind of local rivalry where if a Willand lass were to be found courting a Cullompton boy, they would both be disembowelled and left in the searing heat for flies to eat their slowly rotting corpses, and then 6 inch nails driven through their vacant eyeballs and into the big oak tree on the village green, to get the message across that Rovers and Rangers don't mix. Ever!
Or will it be a fairly quiet affair with the odd bit of pushing and shoving when a late tackle comes in, but it all ends up Ok and they all share a few beers in the clubhouse?