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  • More Stories from the Basket Clinic Archive

    More Stories from the Basket Clinic Archive

    The Basket Clinic archive continues to grow.

    As part of the renewal of Basketclinic.hu, another collection of earlier articles has now been restored and republished in English.

    These posts originally appeared on the former Basket Clinic platforms over several years and form an important part of the history of the website.

    More Than Coaching Articles

    Basket Clinic has never been only about drills, tactics or training methods.

    Basketball has always been connected to something larger.

    The newly restored archive therefore includes not only professional coaching material, but also:

    • personal stories,
    • memories from basketball life,
    • reflections on coaching,
    • stories about players and teams,
    • tributes and memorials,
    • thoughts about motivation and success,
    • and moments in which basketball became part of family and everyday life.

    Some of these articles were written more than a decade ago.

    They capture a particular moment, a particular team, a particular person or simply a feeling that seemed worth preserving.

    Published in Their Historical Context

    These articles should be read as archival material.

    The dates shown on the posts refer to their original publication dates.

    They have not been rewritten to make them appear as if they were created today.

    Instead, the Hungarian originals have been translated into English and edited for clarity while preserving their original meaning, tone and historical context.

    Where an article reflects the basketball environment, technology, competition structure or thinking of its time, that context remains part of the story.

    Preserving the Personal Side of Basket Clinic

    One of the most valuable parts of an archive is that it preserves more than information.

    It preserves people.

    Teams.

    Places.

    Relationships.

    Victories and defeats.

    Moments that seemed ordinary at the time but gradually became part of a much larger story.

    The restored articles include memories connected to youth basketball, DEAC, the University of Physical Education, Hungarian basketball and international figures who influenced the way we understood the game.

    Together, they show how basketball became intertwined with coaching, education, family, friendship and personal identity.

    Why Keep These Articles?

    Because history is not made only from championships, statistics and official records.

    It is also made from:

    • practices nobody else remembers,
    • conversations after games,
    • players growing into adults,
    • coaches becoming friends,
    • traditions passed from one generation to another,
    • and small moments that remain important many years later.

    These articles help preserve that part of basketball history.

    And perhaps some of the thoughts written years ago can still give something to players, coaches and readers today.

    The Archive Continues

    More historical Basket Clinic material may continue to appear as the archive is reviewed and restored.

    Whenever possible, the original:

    • publication date,
    • author,
    • source,
    • translator,
    • and historical attribution

    will remain visible.

    The purpose is simple:

    to preserve where Basket Clinic came from while continuing to build where it is going.

    The past remains part of the site.

    Not as something frozen in time, but as the foundation on which the next chapter can be built.

  • A World Without Kobe

    A World Without Kobe

    Budapest, January 28, 2020

    For three days, I have been quiet.

    I have been trying to accept something I know will not be easy to accept — something that makes me feel as if I will never be entirely whole again.

    A part of me had already died when Kobe stopped playing and we knew there was no way back.

    For our family, basketball has never been simply a pastime.

    It has become one of the central themes of our everyday lives.

    Because of that, we do not have to search for the people and things that complete our lives. Somehow, we are naturally drawn toward them.

    Toward what makes life more beautiful.

    Toward what makes us better.

    We found that in the game — and in the sacrifice and work required to pursue it.

    From Jordan to Kobe

    Michael Jordan developed as a player in a way that established a standard for all time.

    Eventually, that era had to end.

    That is the natural order of things.

    But fortunately, Kobe was there.

    In many ways, he continued from exactly where the very best had stopped.

    With Kobe, we were able to experience that same process of development again.

    And as technology advanced, he somehow became increasingly close to us.

    Without exaggeration, Kobe gradually became part of our everyday lives almost like a member of the family.

    At practice, we would often mention both Jordan and Kobe.

    Certain movements were measured against them.

    Certain standards were explained through them.

    The benchmark they established for basketball players around the world became part of our own thinking as well.

    They are always somewhere in our minds.

    Perfection.

    Humility.

    The desire to win.

    Persistence.

    Passion.

    These values made what they represented impossible to ignore.

    Only One Day Earlier

    On January 25, we watched Jordan’s press conference in Paris live.

    Then we watched Kobe embrace LeBron after LeBron had passed him on the all-time scoring list.

    A thought crossed my mind:

    how fortunate I was to have seen them play.

    To have experienced their greatness.

    A greatness that still permeates basketball and the lives of athletes around the world.

    On Friday, before leaving home, I walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out The Mamba Mentality for a moment.

    I even ran my hand across the cover.

    It is a beautiful edition, slightly embossed so that you can almost feel the book rather than simply read it.

    Then I checked the latest news on my phone.

    And of course, among the first things I saw were Kobe and several new videos and posts about him.

    Two days later, while travelling, we received the incomprehensible news.

    At first, we simply hoped it was not true.

    Then confirmation began arriving minute by minute.

    And with every new confirmation came more tears.

    Even now, I cannot stop them.

    That is what his absence means.

    Pain.

    As if someone from the family had gone.

    More Than a Player

    I know we had not seen him on the court for some time.

    But he had created a world beyond playing basketball — a world that continued to reinforce what we ourselves believe in and live for.

    We all learn.

    We mature.

    We search for ways to contribute something meaningful to our existence.

    Perhaps nowhere more than in sport do we find individuals who can provide examples that people genuinely try to follow.

    There are athletes we support.

    There are others with whom we identify.

    And there are some to whom, in a figurative sense, we feel that we somehow belong.

    Not everyone will completely understand what Kobe represented.

    Perhaps you have to try walking some distance along the path he showed us before you can truly understand it.

    We cannot see everything about another person’s life.

    And even if we could, perhaps we would not find perfection.

    But what Kobe represented week after week was not hypocrisy or empty talk.

    It was a direction.

    Something that has to be understood as a whole.

    Away from the Court

    That is why it was such a gift to see that the person we watched on the court also existed beyond it.

    A father who adored his children.

    Perhaps it could not have been any other way.

    That was who he was.

    Sport had taught him how to love.

    And then there was that little girl who had been beside him so often during those final months.

    She had almost become familiar to us too.

    There are no words for the pain of losing her.

    I almost feel it myself.

    For two days, I have been watching the videos and feeling that something inside me has broken because of her as well.

    The Void

    We have already lost many people from the basketball community.

    For many of them, we have said that they left too soon.

    Unexpectedly.

    Inexplicably.

    And those of us who remain are left with our questions and our feelings.

    The loss of Kobe leaves a global emptiness.

    Everyone who knew what he represented will carry some trace of it for the rest of their lives.

    At the same time, that loss connects us.

    He helped create a shared language.

    A language with words that will continue to represent permanence.

    And with signs, gestures and movements that will continue to mean the same things.

    It feels good to belong to the people who understand what I mean.

    What Remains

    I hope the values that became part of our shared knowledge through the Kobe legend will now show even more young people a direction.

    I am deeply grateful that Kobe meant the same thing to my children and to the people around me.

    His death has created a new meaning for us as well.

    From now on, we will finish every practice by shouting his name.

    Because that name contains almost everything for which we play basketball.

    And because:

    “…those who are remembered through their deeds become immortal.”

    That is not the only thing we can do with the legacy he left behind.

    But perhaps even this small ritual can help us continue something of what Kobe Bryant represented to the world.

    A world in which we now have to learn to live without him.

    And slowly, very slowly, the tears will begin to dry.

    Dr. Ágoston Nagy
    Budapest, January 28, 2020

  • 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

  • Nothing Lasts Forever

    Nothing Lasts Forever

    Posted on October 15, 2015

    When someone leaves us forever, when something disappears and we know we will never see it again, a lasting pain remains somewhere inside us.

    Slowly, we begin to understand that what we loved is gone.

    Something that became part of us.

    Something we believed would always remain.

    The same feeling can come when a place is destroyed.

    Especially when that place has become a symbol.

    A symbol of permanence.

    A point of reference in our lives.

    It is comforting to believe that what we do is right because it is connected to values we have inherited, values that constantly remind us where we came from and help us stay on the path we chose at the beginning of our careers.

    Home

    Whenever I walk through the gates of the University of Physical Education, I still absorb what previous generations left behind.

    I almost feel the weight of my own footsteps knowing that the greatest figures of the institution once walked the same paths.

    That feeling never leaves me.

    For a moment, I feel connected to them again.

    And that is when I know:

    I am home.

    Every tree is familiar.

    Every staircase.

    Much has changed.

    Yet somehow, the essence has remained the same.

    The First Time

    I was not yet fourteen when I first entered the main gate of the TF from Alkotás Street.

    It was a Saturday morning.

    There was time to walk around and allow the atmosphere and tradition of the place to become part of me.

    From that moment on, it continued to draw me back.

    Then one April morning, another important chapter began in the athletics hall.

    We completed several aptitude tests there.

    Together with hundreds of other applicants, we prepared for the entrance examinations that would follow three months later.

    The hall was one of the central locations of that process.

    Some memories never disappear.

    I ran my 60-metre sprint there.

    During the handball entrance test, senior students looked at me and said:

    “You must be a basketball player.”

    Becoming a TF Student

    I finished among the top five percent.

    Together with around forty others, I was admitted to the TF.

    After a year of military service, I returned as an adult to the familiar world I had dreamed about every day while I was away.

    I wanted it to be real.

    And eventually it was.

    Because nothing lasts forever.

    Even waiting ends.

    We gathered in the Aula.

    It was there that first-year students became true TF students when, together in September, we recited the university oath.

    That place meant initiation in more than one sense.

    On December 13, on Luca Day, we also became “real” TF students according to another tradition.

    Our godfathers, Géza Polányi and Zsolt Csende, together with the fourth-year graduating male students, presided over the ceremony.

    At the table in front of the Aula, our senior judges made sure the initiation would be unforgettable.

    Some moments were gentle.

    Others were rather less so.

    The Smell of the Hall

    The smell of the athletics hall was unmistakable.

    There was nothing else quite like it.

    It was also one of the essential locations of the night-time initiation of first-year dormitory students.

    One September night, for example, the traditional arm-wrestling contest between fourth-year and first-year students took place there after we had hurried from the Csörsz field to the hall in frog jumps for an early-morning challenge.

    Later, there was a period when we began our immediate pre-game warm-up in the hall’s weight room before heading to Hall D to face our opponents.

    At the time, we genuinely believed that bench pressing 100 kilograms before a game was particularly good preparation for shooting.

    The quiet atmosphere of the hall on weekends somehow reinforced the confidence we had in ourselves.

    Our game classes took place there.

    Later, our handball classes did as well.

    We cheered for the TFSE handball players there, and afterward they would come across to support us at our games.

    Hardly a day passed without entering the hall’s corridor.

    At any moment, a friend, a teammate or someone we loved might walk past.

    And if necessary, we would greet the same people a hundred times a day.

    But nothing lasts forever.

    Graduation

    Eventually another day came.

    Our graduation ceremony took place in the same Aula.

    My family came with me.

    For a brief moment, they could experience something of what that place meant to us.

    Something that, in the early hours of this morning, was lost forever when the fire took everything with it.

    Nothing lasts forever.

    And perhaps now something new — and possibly even better — will begin.

    Another Generation

    Twenty-seven years after my own registration, my two sons enrolled in the same place.

    They stood in line in the Aula just as I once had.

    They waited for their own journey to begin.

    While they waited, they looked at the handprints of Olympic athletes on the wall.

    And I know they also absorbed the distinctive smell of the Aula.

    Like a kind of magic, it connected them to the place too.

    I was happy.

    Because I knew it would help guide them.

    It would help them understand where they were going.

    Those who studied there know what it means to serve their profession and what values should guide them.

    Within those walls, we received tradition.

    We received purpose.

    And those are things that can only be used well.

    What Remains

    That is why what happened today hurts so much.

    Something became part of the past.

    Something that from now on will exist only in our memories.

    And that is why it is so important to pass as much of it on as possible.

    To preserve the legacy.

    To preserve the stories.

    To preserve what those walls represented.

    Because without that inheritance, the TF would somehow be less.

    And so would we.

  • 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.