Somewhere in the 4th hour the phone went in his pocket, and he came back down the deck and stood next to me and did not say anything for a while.
We had not spoken properly since the dressing room in Moscow.
He had not stopped talking since Salé and now he had stopped.
"Coach."
"Achraf."
"They are not shouting about the 92nd minute."
"No."
"I thought they would be." He was still looking out. "I have been thinking about it since Sunday. On the plane I thought, when we land they will look at me and they will think about the space."
RRRAAAAAA.
"Nobody is thinking about the space," I said.
"No." He put his hand back up at them. "You did that. I know what you did.
"I am still angry with you about it."
"Good."
"I will be angry with you for a long time."
"That is allowed."
"Yes." And then, after about 20 seconds. "Thank you, though."
And he was gone back down the rail before I got my mouth open.
