Battle of Britain, Bosworth, Boyne, Bannockburn.

Battle of Brandywine and a decisive victory for the British over the Yanks.

Ah, here it is... Battle of Bramall Lane. Never to be forgotten.

Yes folks, plug in your ear plugs, and stop your kids from lip-reading, Neil Warnock is back in town.

Even Joey Barton doesn’t polarise opinion quite like Warnock.

Barton, reviled by most.

Rumour has it even his mother puts on a false beard and pretends to be his parole officer when seen out together in public.

But Warnock? Loved and loathed in equal hordes. Football’s Mr Marmite.

Both Barton, the costliest ‘freebie’ in sporting history, and Warnock are at Molineux with Tony Fernandes’ £ormula £un plaything Queens Park Rangers.

I find myself saying this through gritted computer keys but it’s hard not to feel some warmth towards a character cutting his cloth in the lower leagues with Chesterfield, Rotherham and Hartlepool when young upstarts like Ian Holloway – remember him? – were twinkles in the milkman’s eye.

This is the manager that, a few years ago, was asked in a magazine interview what he would do if he were appointed manager of Sheffield Wednesday.

A lifelong United fan, Warnock replied: “As long as the whole of my salary was paid within 28 days, I would buy so many tosspots – although, come to think of it, their current squad would do – and **** ‘em up so badly. Then I’d retire to Cornwall and spend the rest of my life laughing my ****ing head off.”

Solid gold. He wasn’t hurting anyone – unlike Barton with his fists or a lit cigarette.

And despite having the personality to fall out with himself if left in a locked broom cupboard for too long, perhaps the footballing world would be a lesser place without Warnock and his fire. Oh, the feuds...

Referee Graham Poll refers to him by a (rude) anagram of his name in his book Seeing Red.

Talking of Red, Simply Red, Warnock even gets in an entry on the website: “1,000 People More Annoying than Mick Hucknall”.

Anthea Turner and Grant Bovine, the Cheeky Girls, Katie Price, Piers Morgan and Bob Carolgees and Spit the Dog join him, exalted company indeed.