Molokov and Anatoly - Chess In Concert

Molokov:

The man is utterly mad!

Believe me, Anatoly,

You’re playing a lunatic

Anatoly:

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 analyze.

You can’t predict him, dissect 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.

Anatoly:

Nonsense!

Why do you people always want to believe

Third-rate propaganda?

Molokov:

My friend, please relax,

We’re all your side

You know how you need us

Anatoly:

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 Trumper

We won’t get caught in that trap

After all, winning or losing reflects on us all

Anatoly:

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

Anatoly:

Oh please don’t start spouting

that old party line

Just get out, and get me my chess-playing second

In 36 hours we begin

That is if you want to win

Molokov:

One thing is not sufficient.

We have to know, we have to make sure

All men have a weakness

His is that woman.

Take her, and you win the game.

Anatoly:

So you think I can’t win otherwise?

Molokov:

I’m not saying that, I’m just making certain

And she is attractive.

And then there’s her intriguing family history,

Hungary, 1956 and all that

Anatoly:

I’m a chess player, Mr. Molokov.

You go and play these other games.