My boyfriend's brother's mate (sounded a lot less tenuous in my head) who works at the club reckons it'll be done & dusted this week to the Profitable Group. Apparently he was serving a meal to "that accountant bloke dealing with the club" who had to leave halfway through for a flight to London.
He was drinking £1.00 pints at the time, however, and was rather merry, as well as not being a football fan.