Molokov and Anatoly

The man is utterly mad Believe me Anatoly

You're playing a lunatic

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

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

Nonsense

Why do you people always want to believe

Third-rate propaganda

My friend please relax

We're all your side

You know how you need us

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

Listen we don't underestimate Trumper

We won't get caught in that trap

After all winning or losing reflects on us all

Oh don't give me that crap

I win no-one else does

And I take the rap if I lose

It's not quite that simple

The whole world's tuned in

We're all on display

We're not merely sportsmen

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

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

So you think I can't win otherwise

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

I'm a chess player Mr Molokov

You go and play these other games