Costin Tudor

A defensive maestro who reads the game with surgeon-like precision, he shuts down attackers before they even realize they have been dispossessed. His tactical genius is only eclipsed by his bizarre ritual of taping a single, shriveled garlic clove to his left shin guard, an eccentric habit his teammates affectionately endure to keep him locked in. Though his heavy legs lack the speed for long runs, his impeccable positioning and ruthless tackles make him an absolute wall on the pitch.