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Tibor Wolf

This stoic Slovak guardian commands his box with supernatural reflexes, often sprinting miles out to sweep up danger before a striker can blink. His glovework is elite, though his erratic parrying once sent a ball careening into the stadium’s luxury suite mid-meal. Quietly intimidating, he operates as a silent sentinel whose lightning speed hides a puzzling struggle with predictable spot-kicks.