NBA: My template has no limit

With the outcome of the competition settled, that blue ocean will never surge again, turning into a lifeless pool of stagnant water.

Whether they were Kentucky fans or viewers from all over the United States, when they witnessed Xu Feng's last-second dunk that sealed the victory, no words could describe the emotions they felt.

For viewers from other perspectives, would that be exciting and thrilling?

No, no, such ordinary vocabulary cannot even cover one-tenth of their inner emotions!

Is it hatred and despair for Kentucky fans?

No, that's not it. They just felt as if they were plunged into complete darkness, where even the blinding lights above the stadium couldn't penetrate its surface!

This marks the nineteenth year that Kentucky has gone without an NCAA championship. The super team they had high hopes for ultimately fell in the Final Four, defeated by that one man.

After the 96 Kentucky draft class disbanded, how long will it take them to win their next championship?

They don't know, but they won't give up.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The first applause seemed to come from nowhere, but soon the sounds connected, became a line, then a surface, and finally resounded throughout the entire Continental Airlines Arena!

Xu Feng impressed them with his strength.

Pitino smoothed out the wrinkles in his suit, flashed a charming smile again, shook hands with Joey, and said sincerely:

"Congratulations on your team making it to the semifinals. Enjoy the victory. I think DePaul, who has crossed Kentucky, will have no rivals left."

Your tactical preparation was excellent, and the team's discipline and teamwork were seamless. I admire you very much.

Joey smiled back at him, the tear tracks at the corners of her eyes still wet, but no longer a problem:

"Thank you, you're too modest. Kentucky is definitely the strongest team. Our victory was probably just partly due to luck."

"Could you please tell me specifically what element of luck is involved?"

"Of course it's Xu Feng, the one who can save the world!"

Their eyes met, and they both burst into laughter.

Antoine Walker was still shaking his shoulders, but it was a tremor caused by grief and crying.

This time, DePaul's championship victory is no longer a dream like a castle in the air, but a reality within reach.

The end of this game also means that the Madness 3 is coming to a close.

Many NBA teams that missed the playoffs but have a high chance of getting a high draft pick are urgently considering this unexpected miracle.

Xu Feng's strength is undeniable, but the talent show cannot be decided solely by ability.

They need to consider Xu Feng's previous injury history, similar to non-contact injuries that caused him to drop out of high school, which is a guarantee of his attendance.

We can't sign a VIP audience member who costs a million dollars a year.

They need to consider the compatibility of the roster and not let the rookies' first task upon joining the team be to compete against veteran starters in the octagon.

They need to consider the market, they need to consider personality...

Cardinal Auerbach sat on the sidelines, silent for a long time, and came to a conclusion.

The Celtics have no chance of getting this young man.

They had privately reached an agreement with Pitino to coach in Boston in 97.

He couldn't possibly convince Pitino to abandon his protégé and choose a superstar rookie who would rival Kentucky.

This is not worth it; at least, it's impossible to pay such a high price for Xu Feng.

It's okay. The rookies in the next few years are all pretty good, and may even be just as good as them.

Moreover, the Celtics have a decent relationship with the league. If they want to make a trade, who in the entire league wouldn't give this traditional powerhouse some face?

After consoling himself, Auerbach forced himself to walk out of the stadium, suppressing his heartache.

Meanwhile, Tellem was standing at the entrance to the Bradley Center in Milwaukee.

As Xu Feng's agent, Tellem's task is to find a top-five draft pick for Xu Feng.

It wasn't Tellem who came to Milwaukee on his own initiative; rather, Mike Dunleavy approached him and expressed his interest in Xu Feng.

But Tellem wasn't in a hurry. He ordered a regular Americano at a Starbucks a kilometer from the Bradley Center and only entered the arena after witnessing Xu Feng's victory.

In this way, their bargaining power increased by more than 10%.

In the Milwaukee Bucks' general manager's office, Mike Dunleavy leaned back in his leather chair, his hands clasped on the table.

Although he will soon no longer be the head coach, he will remain the general manager, and his high level of influence within the team gives him absolute decision-making power over the draft.

In April, the Milwaukee Bucks were almost certain of securing a top-five pick in the draft.

Because they ensured their chances of getting the number one draft pick were the second highest in the entire league by tanking relentlessly!

Therefore, the Bucks can begin communicating with the agents of each rookie early on.

A scouting report lay on the table. At the top of the page, in bold, was the headline: DePaul vs. Kentucky, Xu Feng.

This was freshly printed; the paper was still warm, but Dunleavy had already looked at the data no less than twenty times.

“Arne,” Dunleavy spoke first, his voice steady, “Let’s get straight to the point. Fourth pick, we have a few options. Stephon Marbury, Ray Allen, that big guy from Connecticut.”

His gaze fell on the scouting report, "And your man, Xu Feng."

Tellem adjusted his posture slightly but did not reply.

Dunleavy stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed: "You want me to play all the roles like on 'The Dana Cavell Show'?"

"I'm waiting for you to ask the question you should have asked before you called me here," Tellum said calmly, as if stating a tax law clause.

Dunleavy's smile faded. He opened a drawer, pulled out a scout file he had prepared overnight, and threw it on the table.

"What do you want, or rather, what does he want?"

Tellem didn't answer immediately. He took off his glasses, slowly wiped the lenses with a velvet cloth from his suit pocket, put them back on, and then spoke:

"Starting lineup."

The office was silent for two seconds.

"Starting lineup," Dunleavy repeated, leaning back in his chair.

"Arn, I have a small forward who averages 20.2 points per game, a power forward who averages 21.1 points per game, and a point guard in the backcourt who averages 11.5 points per game."

"Are you telling me now that a kid who just finished his college season is going to be a starter on this team?"

Tellem's expression remained unchanged. He leaned forward slightly and pushed the scouting report half an inch toward Dunleavy.

"Mike, you're talking to me about stats with Glenn Robinson, who averages 20.2 points per game?" His tone was as flat as if he were discussing the weather.

"Robinson played 80 games last year with a 34% three-point shooting percentage, which is barely acceptable in terms of true shooting percentage."

But he's already 25 years old this year, in his third year in the league, and he's only averaging 1.2 steals and 0.5 blocks per game on the defensive end.

"Are you planning to give him another two years, until he becomes what? A more expensive small forward?"

He paused for a second.

"And I want to make this clear. My client plays the number two position."

Dunleavy's face darkened. He understood what that meant, of course.

"You mean to make Newman a substitute?"

"You're going to bring up stats. John Newman averaged 10.8 points per game with a 49.5% field goal percentage. He played for four years to get to this point, and now a kid who's only played six months of college basketball is going to take his place?"

"I didn't say I was taking his place."

"I was referring to my client playing shooting guard. Newman can play point guard or shooting guard as a backup; his basketball IQ is sufficient."

Besides, if time is useful, what's the point of talent?

I'm not here to discuss rotation depth. I'm here to confirm one thing: if you choose my client, you're giving him a start. After thirty games, he won't just be a starter; he'll be your core player. It's that simple.

Dunleavy sneered, "That's all?"

"No, there's more," Tellem said.

Dunleavy's smile froze; he couldn't believe the other party still had requests.

"He needs consistent playing time," Tellem said calmly and deliberately.

"It's not 22 minutes per game, it's not 'depending on form.' I'm talking about 30 minutes or more per game, throughout the entire season."

If you can't provide one, I can talk to someone who's a better fit for him. But not Milwaukee.

The air seemed to have been sucked away, and the atmosphere in the office became somewhat quiet.

Dunleavy realized this wasn't about rotation. It was about choices.

"Arne," Dunleavy said slowly.

"You know very well that we have more than one player we can select at the fourth pick. Does Marbury want to come? No. But if we select him, would he dare not report for duty? No."

So you're sitting here with me now, discussing your client's appearance time? Do you think I have no other choice in this position?

"You have to understand, our team's competitiveness is unparalleled! You'll almost never find another team with such strength and a suitable roster!"

Dunleavy's words finally made Tellem smile with relief.