Well, on the one hand City probably deserve a break, inasmuch as a financial organisation that turns over millions upon millions of pounds a year can ever be said to “deserve” anything. So in that regard, I wish you well.
On the other hand, and I know this is spectacularly easy for me to say as a Liverpool supporter and thus one of the Champions League Privileged for lo! these many seasons: don’t you find it a little depressing that the only route to progression these days is to find a sugar daddy with a sufficiently high ratio of liquidity to brain cells? You’ve got Bill Kenwright coming out and saying that Everton’s only hope is to find someone similarly stupid and rich, and while in another era you might take that for the cynical “please buy us” plea it surely is, at the moment it’s pretty hard to argue with the sentiment.
When you have clubs operating with almost no recourse to fiscal reality, is football really still a fair competition? For that matter, fuck “fair”: is it even fun any more? We’ve all played Championship Manager with all the cheats turned on, but wasn’t it ultimately soul-destroying and shite? Doesn’t it even slightly worry you that real life is going down that route? Again, I acknowledge that had my own team been taken over by the Fairies Of Infinite Money I would probably have been ecstatic at first, but I would also hope that I would then have sat and thought what the broader implications were.
We went through all this with the Chelsea takeover, of course, and the argument that all the money in the world will still only get you 11 players on the pitch at a time still stands, to a point. Moreover, the stupid money gets cycled back to other clubs who will spend it more wisely, but certainly in the short term money buys success. The “11 players” argument falls flat, too, when you consider the benefits of a stonkingly deep squad (Mourinho’s fabled substitutional acumen, for example, owes more than a bit to his being able to call on £30m+ of talent from the bench). And when you finally realise that it’s Manchester Fucking United who may end up getting £135m for a single bloody player, well, then you really start to cry into your overpriced, oversalted concession stand pie. How much are you paying for a season ticket at the Middle Eastlands? How do you feel about that, given the infinite resources of your club’s new owners? Who, in fact, is the club run for? Is it really you?
This isn’t aimless carping; I’ve been feeling fucked off with football for a while now. My housemate the Hull supporter has far more fun following his team than I do mine, and that’s not a patronising observation, nor is it just because he gets to wear a tiger head hat to games (although that is fucking brilliant). It’s because his team still exist at a level where success isn’t predicated on swinging a £20m transfer in a saga that rumbles on for the best part of a year, leaving all who follow it wishing they were dead (my friend Sam actually died from reading all the Gareth Barry rumours). Hull still have room for the sort of brilliant story that saw Dean Windass score the most beautiful volley you’ll ever see to put his team in top flight football for the first time ever. I got goosebumps watching that, and I’ve got no reason to give a crap about Hull (honestly, does anyone?). No matter how many goals I see beautiful Fernando score, it’s never going to mean quite as much, even though we saved up to buy him like a grubby child eyeing that nice pair of football boots through the shop window until the nose mark was permanent. Sure, Stevie’s 2005 miracle was about as good as it gets, but I don’t think we’ll ever see the likes of that again. It’s almost unimaginable now to look back and see us succeeding with that squad. And when you consider how ludicrously privileged we were to have that squad in the first place, you start to realise just how inaccessible top level football has become to all but the very few.
For the very first time, I’m starting to think that a salary/expenditure cap might not be a bad idea. I’m also starting to think that I’d love to be an Arsenal fan, and something has to be wrong with the world when that starts happening.
Anyway. This has been long and rambly, and I’m going to stop now. Nonetheless, I’m glad the takeover somewhat made up for your holiday… 
(Finally, and I’d really appreciate an answer to this bit: can I ask for your honest feelings about this photo? How does that make you feel? Can you ignore it as a photo-op, or does it make you a little bit queasy about your club’s direction? It’s an honest question, not a trap…)