Fokke van Delft

He moves across the pitch with a swagger that screams genius, wielding an attacking vision that cuts defenses to shreds before they even realize they are beaten. His first touch is pure velvet, making up for his lack of blistering pace with the arrogance of someone who knows he is the smartest man in the stadium. He dominates the final third with hypnotic dribbling, though his ego occasionally gets in the way when he tries to force a shot rather than squaring it to a teammate.