As a British sports analyst shaped by data science and Cold War-era thinking, I’ve watched Flagg’s game with the same quiet intensity as I once did Dirk’s early years. His footwork, spatial awareness, and unorthodox shot—delicate yet devastating—echo a time when precision beat flair. This isn’t hype; it’s historiography in motion. He doesn’t need validation—he’s building legacy, not fame. I see it in his silence.