William Rios

A blur of Colombian speed, he storms down the wing with blistering acceleration, though his clunky first touch often forces him to scramble back into rhythm. He once celebrated a last-minute winner by sprinting directly out of the stadium and into the local taco stand to celebrate with the fans. His relentless, assertive playstyle turns the pitch into his personal race track, even if his poor balance makes him look like a newborn giraffe when he hits the brakes.