<Two spectators who were watching the game very attentively had the following conversation, more or less, during the critical phase: "Don’t you want to find out how Euwe is doing?"
"I didn’t ask; miserably, they say."
"You see, miserably. Of course, he’s doing miserably. He shouldn’t have played the French."
"The French? It was the English, not the French."
"Well French or English, it doesn’t make much difference. I just mean the Spanish would have been much better."
"The Spanish was impossible because white didn’t play e4." "Didn’t play e4? I beg your pardon, but the pawn is still on e4." "It didn’t get there until later."
"Fine, later. Then Euwe should have played the Spanish later. He’s always writing about changing moves, but when it comes to it...Hey look, there he goes. Kottnauer has sacrificed a piece. I think we can go home."
"Let’s watch a bit longer. Maybe Euwe will find something yet "
"That won’t happen. Just you watch, it will be a beauty prize for that Russian."
"Kottnauer is a Czech."
"So you think a Czech can’t win a beauty prize? Look, now he’s already getting something back from it; All Euwe has left is a few checks. It's pathetic! What do they call that again? Spite checks! It’s all over. Over and out. They’re already doing the postmortem."
"Yeah, but listen: Kottnauer is the one who resigned the game. Kottnauer!" "Ko.... Ko.... Kokot.... Kokokottnauer? Aha, you mean Kottnauer. Of course, Kottnauer! ***Dattee***....I saw it coming a long time ago. Did you think that Euwe was going to lose to someone like that? Haha! Nothing doing! Give me our Dr. Euwe!">