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I know it could get worse and that’s what I’m afraid of. I simply don’t believe that there is some magical fairy godmother buyer that ticks all the boxes that everybody wants them to tick.

I’m afraid you’re going to be bitterly disappointed.

Fine. Then what?

And - realistically- what do your foresee happening now assuming we’re sold?

You’ve missed the point. My point is there is no satisfactory ownership arrangement that is going to come from KP divesting the club, because we don’t make sense to purchase. It’s about pragmatism.

I don’t think that’s unique to King Power, I think that applies to every business acquisition negotiation that’s ever taken place in the history of time.

Feel like he’s bound to feature in one way or another because a) we lack other options, b) League 1 is about the level you’d want to blood him in at, and c) he’s clearly worth a punt, especially with some pre-season confidence.

Exactly this. There is almost no way this goes well for us. Economically, we don’t make sense to purchase.

What do you think is going to improve once some Kuwaiti air conditioning salesman buys us? Even if he’s as rich as Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos combined, we’re still hamstrung by the same financial regulations.

We’re going to be owned by Fawaz or some clown of his ilk. Slow handclap for the King Power Out movement.

Alright, Mr Yorkshire. There was me thinking that mocking the city of Leeds‘ well-known affinity with Jimmy Saville was fairly standard patter. Seeing as only U-rated Yorkshire mockery is apparently allowed, how about this: Wensleydale is a terrible cheese, totally lacking in flavour or discernible character. And Henderson‘s Relish is OK, but ultimately a Temu Worcester Sauce.

Come on Spain. Smash those cheating, stinking, Nazi-hiding, Israel-supporting Curepis like they’re the ARA General Belgrano and it’s 1982.

TBF, Jimmy Saville was massive in Leeds.

They are the Argentina of English domestic football.