Ole Gunnar Solskjaer has broken his silence after the 5-0 thrashing of his Manchester United to team.
The Manchester United manager has surprisingly lashed out at the Liverpool hattrick hero Mohammed Salah.
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“Ok not easy to admit this but I have been mourning a lot these past few days in my treble underwear..”, Ole told the African Football Expert while licking ice cream off a spoon.
“I have been watching some teen flicks to make myself feel better…”, sighed Ole.
“I wrote a poem for the mighty Pharaoh of Football Mo Salah…”
I hate the way you don’t talk to me, and the way you grow your gorgeous hair.
I hate the way you drive my defence blind;
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb football boots and the way you read Maguire’s mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme.
I hate it — I hate when you cut in from the right;
I hate it when you score.
I hate it when you make me marvel, even worse it makes my heart sore.
I hate it when you’re at Ol’ Trafford.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you — not even close, not even a little bit, All I can do is applaud…”
