This is such a lie
I have it on good authority that the Glazer siblings are now all homeless and using the Tampa Bay Buccaneers stadium for shelter. To eat, they have to steal food from the concessions in the stadium. The only clothing they have is the used, dirty player uniforms.
When they started the strategic review of Man United, they were on their hands and knees, begging for anyone to buy all of their shares so that they may have the money needed to live with some semblance of dignity again. Then, out of nowhere, Sheikh Jassim rode in on a white horse in his Man United shirt after a rigorous match of 7-a-side. He told the Glazers he was willing to offer them around $34 per share and buy all of their shares now, leaving them all with hundreds of million dollars each. The concessions had run out of food and the Glazers were forced to either accept or risk starvation.
Just as the Sheikh was dismounting from his white horse to sign the agreement, he was gruesomely shot by an arrow through the eye by none other than Sir James Arthur Ratcliffe and left incapacitated. Sir James gathered the Glazers in a circle around him, and a malevolent grin appeared across his face. He explained to the Glazers that he was willing to offer them more money per share, allow them to keep control of Man United, and make even more money in the future. He proceeded to tell them he was willing to give them a $300M trust fund to be split between them equally, but that he had to lie to the public and tell them it would be invested into Man United.
Tears of joy streamed down the faces of the Glazer siblings. It was like a dream come true. Sir James took the Glazers aboard his private jet (specially designed to emit as much pollution as possible) for a celebration at Monaco's finest gentlemen's club.
Sheikh Jassim, seemingly unbothered by the arrow still lodged in his eye, finally arose. A single tear rolled down his face, out of the still intact eye, not for the physical pain he had endured, but for what could have been. He saddled up his white horse, riding into the sunset, hopeful to emerge from the abyss again one day, for he is the hero Manchester deserves, but not the one it needs right now.