As a forces kid I moved around a fair bit so got to see quite few rivalries first hand. Between about 7 and 13 we lived in That London. Pa Bollo was player-manager for the base team and had a few contacts at Spurs and QPR so I got to see around most of the north London clubs. Like black cabs, Pa B refused to go sarf of the river.
With that intro, I’d go Arse over Spurs because I loved Highbury and Spurs broke my 11 year old heart in 81. I was there. Pa B was on chatting terms with then Spuds captain Steve Perryman, who was a genuinely nice guy and sorted out my junior school with a load of kit. He also arranged a pre-season warm-up/community-outreach game with the base team so I got to see my dad get turned inside out by Ozzie Ardiles.
My bro-in-law is a Tarquin season ticket holder and he absolutely fucking hates Spurs, which is right and proper.
Then to Northumberland, so it was all Newcastle. This was around the time of King Kev so the rivalry was a bit one-way. The Geordies took the piss out of the Mackems and the Mackems just got angry. As the only City fan anyone knew, both sets took the piss out of me, so fuck ‘em both.
I’ve lived for time near enough Southampton so get a feel for the Scummer-Skate rivalry. I’ve never had grief at St Mary’s but it’s like someone throws the crazy switch on Hampshire whenever those two meet. Proper, life-threateningly nasty.
I also have rellos in Lincoln and have done the odd Imps game. Lincoln City vs Grimsby or Scunny are supposed to be quite tasty.