"I can't quite understand you people. Clearly there's an irresolvable grudge, yet privately you all admire each other like close friends and never speak ill of each other." Chief Deseli scratched his lumpy head, frustrated. "You are like this, and so is Mourinho. Is this some kind of special friendship between men, between rivals?"
"You're right! Take Rommel, for instance. I understand his difficulties more and more now. Vast world, boundless land, a person without a sense of belonging is truly pitiful! Full of talents yet not knowing for whom to live, for whom to strive, if I were him, maybe I'd have lost my mind already."
"Rommel can't possibly fail to find a place to belong, can he?"
