A reason for debate – should clubs be bought out by rich soccer lovers?

Was all set this week to debate whether or not club's being
bought out by rich 'soccer' lovers was a good thing, had reasonable arguments
either way calculated in my head….then it happened. As I came out of the
newsagents after buying a paper to get change for the parking ticket machine
(came out of the bookies after placing a bet), this two bob, uptight yet oddly
laid back, aspiring megalomaniac, slapped a ticket on my car. Well threw a
ticket at my car, Frisbee style, as I was attempting to tear away from the
scene, I opted to ignore the fact he's already got my registration plate on his
digital camera. Unfortunately for me I happened to glance in my rear view
mirror momentarily to notice a bright yellow parking ticket descending towards
the ground, to which my instantaneous thought was ''got you now you bonus
chasing git'' – yeah I happily bought the stories telling me all traffic
wardens are on bonuses for tickets issued.

Parking up my car in the next available spot, not paying for
a parking ticket again I might add, I proceeded to make my way back to my new
found nemesis to make….wait for it….a citizen's arrest for littering. Not
only did I walk back I was practically skipping with glee, thinking this is definitely
a brilliant idea, well it had to be if hadn't left my conscious mind a
mili-second after I dreamt it up. ''Okay sunshine, you're under arrest for
littering'' were the authoritative words leaving my mouth, even donning the
copper tone calling a man a good 20 years my senior sunshine. ''What?'' being
the rather basic yet succinct reply. ''You just littered mate. I saw you throw
that yellow wrapper on the floor. You're nicked pal'', I nonchalantly sent back
to his eardrums, backed up by some old boy witnessing proceedings getting in my
corner with the words ''bang him up, and throw away the key.'' A bit strong I
thought personally, but the sentiment was there. After a second or two to dissect
given information he retorted with ''No I'm not.'' Well I've got to say, he
threw me, in fact I'm understating that response, he told me the key fact
involving the dream world I had just made myself emperor of. Course he wasn't
under arrest, and more to the point if there was an arrest to be made what in
the name of god I am doing trying to make it. Where's the bloody old bill when
you need 'em, eh? Out catching murderer's, and rapist's I suppose…hang on
that don't sound right.

Anyway as I stood there for a good ten seconds, slowly
realising the chances of me removing myself from the arena of confrontation
with a slither of dignity were slim, I thought the best words to leave him with
would be ''Right I'll let you off with a warning this time, but next time I
catch you, err, littering, I'm taking you in'', still a little confused as to
my role within society as either an amateur parking penalty dodger, or one of
the met's less confident bobbies just trying to keep the streets clean. As I
walked away in a slightly more dishevelled manner than in which I had bounced
over there my primary thought became just get back to the car quickly, and
quietly before anyone else notices that you are a clown of epic proportions.
Then it came, even though I knew he'd won, and he knew he'd won, words sent as
concrete confirmation as to who the winner was ''and move that car before you
get another ticket.''

So now that you have all the information, well from this
story at least my question for debate is it a good thing for club's to be
bought up by rich(not sure the word rich was needed considering the following
word) billionaire(see) 'soccer' lovers, and also should traffic wardens be
armed?