One hopes the League Managers Association has a strong message for Antonio Conte and Jose Mourinho.
Something along the lines of: "Carry on, boys, this is great".
Those wishing to halt Conte and Mourinho's spat ought to pipe down, turn off social media and spend the next few weeks in a darkened room overdosing on images more in tune with a sensitive disposition; just watch your box set of Last of the Summer Wine and let the rest of us look forward to the next instalment of managers at war.
Why discourage them from tearing a strip off each other? Yes, it is very undignified. Of course it exposes deep insecurities and egomania. But it is riveting to see them unable to utter each other's name for fear of blistering their tongue.
When Chelsea travel to Old Trafford, forget the game. Just hand Conte and Mourinho a microphone and turn United's press room into a recreation of the set of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? Conte and Mourinho: the Bette Davies and Joan Crawford of the Premier League.