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"Saojiao, I'm a reporter for The Times."

"I heard you're leaving Manchester United, what do you want to say to the Manchester United fans, do you want to say goodbye to them?"

"Also reveal where your next place is"

The reporter who ran at the front put the microphone directly in front of Solskjaer and almost missed Solskjaer's mouth.

"Who said I was leaving"

"I'm the manager of Manchester United now."

"I will be the manager of Manchester United in the future."

Solskjaer stepped back and stared in denial.

"Saojiao, your team members have announced the news on Twitter."

"Everyone knows the news that you are leaving now."

"If you deny it now, we won't believe it."

The reporter kept asking questions.

"That was just a joke."

"I didn't expect you to be serious."

"I repeat, I'm not leaving."

Solskjaer now wants to boil Pogba in boiling water, how much trouble this guy has caused himself.

"How could it be a joke?"

"It's not... April Fool's Day, there is no wind and no waves."

"It's not good for you to deceive us like that."

The reporter determined that Solskjaer was not telling the truth.

"Pogba got out of the car right now."

"You go ask him."

"Let him give you an explanation."

Solskjaer really didn't want to explain any more, and he found that the other party didn't believe how he explained it.

Since you don't believe me, why are you interviewing me "Pogba"

"Pogba, look here."

"So ask me to talk to you."

The reporter seemed to have the sword from above. Hearing what Solskjaer said, he turned around and ran towards Pogba who just got off the bus.

Solskjaer was speechless.

These reporters will not release a word if they are caught.

He shook his head and walked quickly into the Carrington training base. He didn't want to talk to these reporters at all.

The other Manchester United players also hurriedly stepped up their pace. They didn't want to stay among the reporters, lest the misfortune come out of their mouths and suffer unwarranted disasters.

They can all see that Solskjaer's speechless and gloomy face can squeeze water, and the coach is holding back his anger.

Pogba is in trouble now, big trouble.

They looked back sympathetically.

Pogba, who finally got off the bus, was surrounded by reporters.

"No."

"Nothing."

"I'm just making an April Fool's joke, don't you understand?"

"It's not April Fool's Day"

"I remembered the day wrong."

Pogba struggled to explain that he knew he was in big trouble by tweeting and was eager to let it pass.

How could the reporters let him pass so easily, and the group surrounded him in the middle.

You remember April Fool's Day, you coax ghosts, April Fool's Day is April, and now it's October, the difference between the two is more than six months, you can also remember wrong, why don't you say that you can go to heaven? "Pogba, you and The new head coach shook hands, what does he look like"

"Pogba, he is really a summer country" Pogba, you are good, you broke out of Manchester United."

"Pogba, do you have any inside information?"

"Pogba"

One question, one question after another.

Pogba has a headache. He didn't expect that he would attract so many reporters just by playing Twitter.

I won't be able to use Twitter anymore, I vowed to use less.