It’s happening tonight the INEOS heads are gathered around a giant oak wood desk the lines are racked up and every hour a nervous intern comes into the room to provide an update.
Ratcliffe at the head of the table with a cigar in his mouth lets a little smirk spread across his face showing his one gold molar.
on the giant screens a Twitter feed on one , the NYSE MUFC stock prices on another, red cage being monitored by the older but grizzled associate in the room.
The last update goes by, Radcliffe’s smile turns downward…”we stay till it’s done” one of the younger associates nervously pipes up “b-but sir my wife has this thi..” he’s cut off sir Jim has a steely look in his eyes and darts a look over to the shotgun ornament on his side table and mutters “till it’s done”.
the room falls silent as the snow begins to fall outside of the canary ward towers.
Enter Sheikh Jassim on a white horse in full-body armour. He swiftly incapacitates all of Ratcliffe's associates in the room, leaving just Jimbo and himself standing.
"It's treason, then," Jimbo mutters, rising from the head of the table and unsheathing an antique French sabre, gifted to him by an associate in Monaco.
Just as they were about to do battle, Joel and Avram Glazer emerge from the shadowy background behind them. A wily grin spread across Jimbo's face as the Glazers surrounded the Sheikh. "It was me all along, Jassy boy. You never had a chance"
Jassim, terrified, makes daring escape out the window. Feeling defeated, he consults with his top confidantes: his twelve most loyal supporters on Twitter, with 100 followers between them.
"Tune everything out. We will be vindicated soon."
Jassim, feeling rejuvenated, swapped his armour for his trusty Man Utd shirt, the very same that led him to the Golden Boot in five-a-side. He mounted his horse and went to do battle with Jimbo and the Glazers again, without any armour.