I’ll be honest, the thought of us turning into a club like Chelsea, City or Newcastle, the plaything of a billionaire or a country’s method of sportswashing isn’t something I look forward to. But equally I was giddy as anything when the prince first got involved because my thought was Saudi prince = more moolah than Scrooge McDuck and a desire to spend loads of it on us, and I was totally fine with it.
If by some extremely remote chance the prince does sell to someone with an absolute fuck ton of money that he wants to spunk away on Sheffield United then his background would be a secondary consideration. Dodgy source of income, like Abramovich? Cool. Lots of oil wells in his enormous back garden, but a bit choppy-offy of other peoples extremities on occasion? Bring it on. Megalomaniac with dreams of galactic conquest, a big space station that might be initially mistaken for a moon and the odd bit of blowing up other planets? Sign me up.
I’d happily put up with it for the chance to actually win something more meaningful than the League One title. So what if he wants to blow up Alderaan? We’ll be in Europe next season, and the Imperial March would be a hell of a piece of music to come out to.