Back in the large conference room at the Air Force base, cheers rose and fell in waves.
"Fack, Dirk is too strong! I can't believe he made that shot!"
"There's still half a quarter left, and he's already dropped 41 points. The Magic can't do anything about him."
"Like I said, Dirk is a beast. He's the pride of Germany."
The German staff members present beamed with pride when mentioning Nowitzki, the number one player in German basketball.
"Chen, you're going to win. You have two home games coming up. You might just sweep the Magic and take the championship!" Contiguglia sat next to Chen Yu, already offering his premature congratulations.
Beside them, McMillan nodded in agreement and raised his glass. Chen Yu raised his own glass and clinked it against theirs.
