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Nicholas was looking at the TV screen in complete disbelief.
"Is-is this real?" He asked shocked.
"I know, right!? I couldn't believe it myself, and as it turns out, these kids always played like this. I bought the recordings of all of their matches since they were on junior high." Alex said with a smile on his face.
"Why hasn't the NBA noticed them?"
"Well, they are still young and they haven't been to college yet, besides if I remember correctly only two japanese citizens were ever drafted, so it wouldn't make sense to send scouts there."
"But do you have any idea, howcrazy this idea sounds, and don't take me wrong I love this team, but what use isateam who has no opponents. It's not like we can just get a team and insert them into some international league, especialy if they are this young."
"I've already thought of that. We will make our own league."
Nicholas just stared at him as if he was crazy.
"I see several problems."
"Let's hear them."
"We would need a lot of money to pull something like that off."
"You are a multi-billionaire. Next one."
"We would need a stadium, it's imposible for young kids to travel all the time."
Alex started to rub the bridge of his nose in deep thoughts.
"Hmm, what about Tom?"
"You mean Tom Green? What about him?"
"Doesn't he have a tropical island he wants to sell?"
"Oh yeah, you mean his failed "project"."
Nicholas remembered very well how Tom once called skiting that he would turn a wild island into a tropical paradise for only twenty million dollars in two years.
"How far did he get again?" Alex asked.
"I think that idiot destroyed half of the jungle and started building first hotel just before he ran out of money, now it has turned into a financial black hole."
"We can use that. Next."
"What about other players? We can't start a league with just one team."
"Already ahead of you." Alex said as he pulled a green folder out of his suit jacket.
"What's that?"
"It's a team, team of talent scouts from every thinkable country. All they need is a signal and they will start recruiting."
Nicholas sighed stood up and went to the large window behind his couch. The view of sleeping London always calmed his nerves.
"What's the matter, man?" Alex asked worried for his friend.
"Let's be honest, this won't work, this CAN'T WORK. We can't just start a new NBA."
"We are not starting a new NBA. We just need to find some talent, buy an island, build a stadium, few hotels for the players, a hospital and a small airport." Alex retorted sarcastically.
"That's not funny, Al."
Alexander walked to his friend and put an arm around his shoulder.
"Yeah, I know N, but look at it this way. This can be it. We can finally fulfill our dream and that's something only a few people achieve. But hey, it's your choice, just text me later and if you wanna stop this, I won't blame you."
Just like that Alex left the room and not even five minutes later he received a text message.
Let's do this.
