Three fingers are raised.

"On August 29, 2010, in the third round of the league, we were at home and the score was six to one."

Lift up four fingers.

"On January 21 this year, the 24th round of the league, I was deeply impressed by that game, four to three, we won a difficult time, and Arsenal was very strong."

Lift up five fingers.

"On February 27th in the first half of the year, the final of the League Cup last season was five to one."

Put up another finger.

"Two months ago, in the fourth round of the League Cup, five to zero."

Fang Jue did not raise his seventh finger.

"Well, today, the number of goals is added up, the number of goals is 37, and the number of goals is 6, mine is correct." Fang Jue nodded seriously.

The audience was shocked.

On the one hand, he was surprised by how powerful this guy's memory was. He actually remembered the time and scores of all the games against Arsenal over the past two and a half years.

In addition, I was surprised by Fang Jue's arithmetic. Some reporters even took out the calculator on their mobile phone to calculate. Yes, there were only thirty-seven.

Finally, I’m: Didn’t you just say you didn’t care about the score, is there no difference between one to zero and six to zero?

Where is the face?

Who is the most embarrassing at this time? Of course, Wenger is the one who belongs to him.

Fang Jue also took good care of his old friends. He said to Wenger sincerely, "They calculated it wrongly, I just correct it."

Wenger:...

"I am a person with obsessive-compulsive data disorder and can't stand the data errors the most." Fang Jue was very frank and his eyes were clear.

Wenger said with his eyes: Then you don’t need to report all seven games once, this is a continuous and slap the old man, I’m seven times!

Fang Jue said with his eyes: Oh, professor, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, this is a mistaken injury to a friendly army.
Chapter completed!