If there are any secret millionaires reading this, I would love it if you would stand up and ask how much to buy the club and the ground in cash. When he answers, click your fingers and have a team of people dressed in black bring in suitcases of money. Then climb through the crowd of dumbstruck wednesdayite members and Wednesday sing bootlickers and climb onto the stage and hand him a contract to sign. Once signed, lead a chorus of ‘high ho Sheffield Wednesday’ then pull down and signage with his name on to rapturous applause of the 1867 group and the wider fan base.
Or just ask about ketchup and mars bars.