Dude, this book has no end...

Like a professor with glasses and a diary in his hands, strict enough to know the limits, yet so interesting that his lectures are not missed, Duško Vujošević has always been an authentic presence in the world of basketball.

He was a top coach and worker, someone who created from nothing, who made perfect players out of imperfect ones. But he was more than that. He was a gentleman in love with books, theater, art... He spoke in a way that both those who knew basketball and those who weren't very interested in sports understood and liked to listen to.

He shared wise advice, and when necessary, he was blunt, sometimes impudent, but always fair. He carried within him the charm of his native Titograd, but was also a Belgrade "thug".

Just as he was at the age of 28 when he got the chance to lead Partizan, in a country where coaches have always been basketball geniuses, that's how he left after a long battle with illness. With dignity.

- When it comes to my illnesses, basketball is both a poison and an antidote. I'm thinking primarily of the way I consumed it and ended up practically overdosed - Dule said in his own way while that unequal fight continued.

So much has been written about his basketball successes, but perhaps the best stories about him come from those he taught - both about basketball and life. From the players he coached to his fellow coaches...

- By chance, he came to Buducnost, was my mentor, advisor and had a great influence on my coaching career, philosophy, and work style - these are the words of Zvezdan Mitrović, an expert who today, as the coach of Montenegro, performs the role that Vujošević took on when it was most difficult and challenging, immediately after the restoration of independence.

He was a Montenegrin and a Yugoslav, and to everyone at Partizan - his greatest love - a general. That's why it's certain that the fans of the Belgrade club will never forget him, but neither should Montenegro.

He was our first coach, he laid the foundations of the national team, he was an advisor when needed to Dejan Radonjić on the bench of Montenegro, but he did not refuse the invitation of SC Derby where they found basketball talents together. He loved Montenegro, Podgorica, the sunset in Herceg Novi...

Dule is no longer with us, but this book is not like the ones he shared with his players. This book about a great coach and man has no end, because Dule continues to live in those who knew him, those who love basketball, who remember his advice, lessons...