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  • In Memoriam: Levente Zentai

    In Memoriam: Levente Zentai

    Posted on January 6, 2017

    In Memory of Levente Zentai

    “A person who loves the game cannot be a bad person…”

    During our careers, we have learned that this saying is not always true.

    But Levi came from a generation for whom passion, integrity and ambition were fundamental values, both as a player and as a coach.

    And around those values, a network of friendships grew naturally.

    Twenty Years of Friendship

    It was around twenty years ago when we travelled to a neighbouring city for a youth game and first met as coaches.

    I still remember Levi standing on the sideline in his characteristic grey sweatpants and red top, his slim figure somehow elegant even while he lived through every moment of the game together with the children.

    How could that energy not have affected us too?

    The coaching profession is naturally competitive.

    Ernest Hemingway once suggested that writers could never truly be friends because they were always competing with one another.

    There is something similar in coaching.

    We compete constantly.

    And yet Levi was one of those people who allowed that relationship to grow beyond professional respect.

    We played against each other almost every month, but that never stood in the way.

    His open and friendly view of the world would not allow time, competition or the events of basketball life to create distance between us.

    Whenever he saw us, his arms would open wide and he would greet us loudly and sincerely.

    Thinking about Nyíregyháza always felt good because Levi would never allow us to visit without meeting him.

    For us, the city and Levi became inseparable.

    A Life Built Around Basketball

    The name Levente Zentai represented a way of life.

    And it will continue to do so for as long as people remember him.

    He left a lasting mark on basketball culture in Nyíregyháza and, through that, on the wider history of Hungarian basketball.

    He did much more than teach the game as an outstanding educator.

    Whenever basketball needed something, Levi found a role.

    He looked for tasks.

    He looked for solutions.

    And he drew energy from the magic of the game.

    Whether the job involved:

    • coaching,
    • organising competitions,
    • technical responsibilities,
    • or federation work,

    it was difficult to imagine the environment without him.

    With that personality, it was easy for people across the country to appreciate him.

    We relied on him.

    Because he did not live only for himself.

    He lived for the game.

    And, in many ways, for all of us who shared it with him.

    Family and Friendship

    Perhaps he could give so much because he also had a wonderful family waiting for him.

    His three daughters accompanied him throughout his life.

    Levi’s family became close to ours too, largely because of his loyalty and his desire to keep people connected.

    He never wanted us to miss an opportunity to spend an entire day talking about basketball.

    When our closest friends and family spent summer holidays in Balatonfüred, Levi would often organise family life in such a way that we could spend at least a week together by the lake.

    Those days created countless memories that once seemed temporary but now feel permanent.

    Cleaning fish at night in a car park under the light of a street lamp.

    Fishing at dawn.

    Levi teaching tricks not only to my two sons.

    The four children creating an atmosphere that became part of our friendship as adults.

    It was good to see that another bond had formed between us.

    Two coaching friends from Debrecen rarely missed those summer days either.

    Levi fitted naturally into the group.

    And, inevitably, we spent hours exercising our minds, trying to solve the problems of basketball and imagining how we might somehow change the game for the better.

    Always There

    In recent years, hardly a month passed without us talking for at least a minute or two.

    Sometimes Levi needed encouragement.

    Not often.

    He always tried to stay on course.

    For coaches, that can seem easy when the world around us is in order, because family and team have a way of putting everything else into perspective.

    Now Levi is gone.

    And it hurts deeply.

    Because he leaves behind an emptiness.

    Not only for his family, but also for those of us who counted on him being there.

    Only after hearing the news did we truly realise how many things had remained unsaid between us.

    The Last Goodbye

    People say death does not choose.

    On November 23, we played in Nyíregyháza.

    Levi came to watch us together with his younger daughter.

    I can still hear the warm, appreciative words he said after the game as we talked before leaving.

    He found it difficult to say goodbye.

    We even laughed about the fact that we must have shaken hands thirteen times, because he simply did not seem ready to leave until we finally departed.

    At the time, I had no idea that this would be our final farewell.

    What Remains

    Levi left us today.

    The devastating news, and the reaction of my family, made one thing clear to me:

    we will never forget him.

    It hurts to think that one great victory he deeply longed for remained unfinished — a championship title that perhaps could have carried his spirit even further.

    So I will continue, partly for him as well, what we both believed in.

    The game.

    The game without which one can live — but why would you want to?

    His passing once again reminds me of what matters.

    Why we get up every morning while we still can.

    I will try to live with greater dignity.

    I will try to work a little for Levi too.

    And I hope that one day, when another great success comes, we will be able to dedicate part of it to his memory.

    Rest in peace, Levi.

    Dr. Ágoston Nagy
    Debrecen, January 6, 2017

  • Victory

    Victory

    Posted on September 29, 2013

    Today we won the first — and therefore, at this moment, the most important — game of the championship season.

    Defeating our prestigious opponent from the capital has always brought us great satisfaction.

    Our renewed team released an enormous amount of energy and we won.

    But I will not go into the details of the game, because the victory itself is only the starting point of what I experienced after I got home.

    Coming Home

    I was the last one to arrive home, at around 10 p.m.

    As usual, I stepped out of my shoes and slowly walked toward the room where, only a few hours earlier, the entire day had revolved around one question:

    How can we win this game?

    I could almost still feel the questions trapped inside those walls.

    Questions for which I had tried to prepare answers.

    I had imagined the possible scenarios and searched for the one that might make everyone happy.

    I was just about to sit down for a moment and quietly enjoy the success of the team by myself.

    Then I heard the most beautiful sound in the world.

    The laughter of my children and my family.

    They were joking freely, remembering the events of the evening, talking over one another and reliving the game.

    The taste of victory had overwritten everything else.

    For that moment, only one thing mattered:

    we had won — and we had done it in style.

    Something Money Cannot Buy

    My sister and her daughter listened with smiles as the boys, eyes shining, each told the same story from a different point of view.

    I simply stood in the hallway and listened to them.

    I did not want to interrupt.

    Because in moments like this, that atmosphere means everything.

    My mother noticed me standing there.

    She was not surprised when I told her that this was one of the greatest forms of happiness I could imagine.

    Even winning the lottery would not be the same.

    Because this feeling cannot be bought.

    It has to be experienced.

    As a player.

    As a coach.

    As a supporter.

    My niece had travelled home from Budapest just for this.

    Passing on a Sporting Culture

    Our profession — perhaps even our life’s work — is about passing on a sporting culture.

    And tonight, I felt that this had succeeded.

    Everyone understood what had happened.

    For all of us, the evening game had become the highlight of the day and of the weekend.

    That value carries us forward.

    And it also carries forward those who live the life of our team together with us.

    The Moment

    These are the moments worth living for.

    Moments that must be earned.

    And yet they last only briefly.

    Almost immediately, attention has to turn toward the next challenge.

    Perhaps that is because we are afraid of losing this feeling.

    It can become addictive.

    But the moment has to be understood.

    We only have a chance to understand it if we do not numb ourselves to it.

    If we do not sleep through the critical hours.

    If we can connect what happened to something deeper — something that strengthens the feeling and engraves it permanently into our memory.

    For me, tonight, that was the sound of my family laughing together.

    It meant a great deal.

    Because after so many years, I felt that I had added one more small piece to our shared history.

    I received confirmation from the people who love the same thing we teach every day.

    The same thing for which we sacrifice so much.

    The same thing for which we prepare together.

    Together

    Together.

    The family and the team.

  • An Obituary from Afar

    An Obituary from Afar

    Posted on September 8, 2013

    On Saturday afternoon, two basketball coaches passed away forever.

    They had spent much of their lives travelling, and over the years we would meet here and there, often only briefly.

    Most of the time, we barely had the chance to see one another.

    That was also the case the last time, in Miskolc, at the U18 European Championship.

    We are a community built around competition, yet also filled with shared memories.

    There is always something special about meeting again, because we belong to the same circle of trust.

    We speak the same language.

    The language of basketball.

    The language of the sport to which we sacrifice so much.

    We do it hoping that we can bring joy to others and, through that, make our own lives better too.

    Day after day, this is how we go to sleep and how we wake up.

    We prepare for the next challenge.

    Often, there is barely time to deal with our own problems, because so many people belong to us.

    So many share their concerns with us.

    So many expect us to help find an answer.

    For the two of them, all of that ended on Saturday.

    Something happened for which nobody can truly prepare.

    What remains for us is the legacy they left behind.

    And within that legacy are many unanswered questions.

    Perhaps that is one of the reasons they will continue to live on somewhere within us.

    And why we will not forget them.