Molokov
The man is utterly mad -- you're playing a lunatic
The Russian
That's the problem. He's a brilliant lunatic and you can't tell
which way
he'll jump
like his game he's impossible to an*lyse
you can't dissect him,
predict him
which of course means he's not a lunatic at all.
Molokov
What we've just seen's a pathetic display
From a man who's beginning to crack
He's afraid
He knows he isn't the player he was
And he won't get it back
The Russian
Nonsense!
Why do my seconds
Always want to believe
Third-rate propaganda --
Molokov
My friend, please relax
We're all on your side
You know how you need us --
The Russian
I don't need my army of so-called 'advisors'
And helpers to tell me
The man who's revitalised chess single-handed
Is more or less out of his brain
When it's very clear
He's sane
Molokov
Listen, we don't underestimate anyone
We won't get caught in that trap
After all, winning or losing reflects on us all --
The Russian
Oh don't give me that crap!
I win -- no one else does
And I take the rap if I lose
Molokov
It's not quite that simple
The whole world's tuned in
We're all on display
We're not merely sportsmen --
The Russian
Oh please don't start spouting that old party line
Yes I know it's your job but
Just get out and get me a chess-playing second
In thirty-six hours we begin
That is if you want to win!