Liverpool and Manchester United supporters have drawn battlelines through Sir Alex Ferguson's autobiography.
The retired manager wrote that Steven Gerrard wasn't a "top, top player".
Red Devils fans agreed, claiming the Liverpool player was just a "top player" at best, but he was certainly "a player". They do acknowledge that Gerrard was a player.
The Anfield faithful are outraged. Of course, Gerrard is a "top, top player," they cried. In fact, he's a top, top, top, top player.
He's the Four Tops. He should be singing Reach Out, I'll Be There (a cultural reference for the older readers. I can't make Miley Cyrus analogies every week. That said, Ferguson's autobiography couldn't be more of a wrecking ball if he was holding it while sitting naked on top of a... wait, I'm doing it again.)
But the debate has raged. In Manchester, Gerrard is not a top player to rival Paul Scholes or Roy Keane. In Liverpool, he has more tops than a crate of bottled beer.
Clearly, it is the season to be jolly and sell some autobiographies.
With Christmas coming, sporting personalities are penning memoirs faster than you can say: "I promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing at all about Manchester United shareholders, JP McManus and John Magnier and the ownership of the racehorse Rock Of Gibraltar."
OK, that's not strictly true. Ferguson devoted two entire pages to a public row that destroyed friendships, destabilised the club and paved the way for the Glazers to take control of United.
In fairness, Ferguson had little space left in the autobiography after spending half the book focusing on Mark Bosnich's diet.