"Not only are the Bulldogs my team, they're your team too. You're the star of this team. Do you know how the Hokies lost? Because they didn't have a star capable of breaking through our defense! Why was North Carolina up by thirteen at halftime? It wasn't just because you were off your game—the main reason was that we couldn't stop Hansbrough and Ty Lawson."
"I told everyone I could find my shooting touch again, but what if I keep missing? We can still use other tactics, like having Ben play point guard while I move off the ball..." Curry explained. Boss had pulled him out of the slums, given him a full scholarship, let him live in his own apartment, and even lent him money for living expenses. The others gradually rose to their feet and formed a circle. "I'm already a senior. No NBA team is going to draft me. I'll probably play overseas. This is my last year in the NCAA... I know I can't guard Hansbrough, and I can't score inside either. All I can do is set screens for Stephen, Jimmy, and AJ, and fight for rebounds. I'm sorry. I held the team back." "The regret was that after I joined the Bulldogs, we never made March Madness. I accepted reality and never dared to dream of it again—until Coach showed up." His eyes gradually brightened, radiating boundless confidence. He strode forward and followed. After Zhang Yu finished speaking, he patted Curry on the shoulder and was the first to leave the locker room. Zhang Yu looked at Curry, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips before slowly spreading into a brilliant grin. Curry lightly flipped the basketball into the air and watched it spin rapidly. Suddenly, the sense of stagnation that