Xiao Durrant

Towering over her peers with total aerial command, she stalks the six-yard box like she owns it, though her propensity to parry shots into danger zones is as irritating as her unshakable ego. Before every whistle, she insistently organizes her socks by shade and chants to her gloves, a bizarre ritual that leaves her bewildered teammates rolling their eyes in the tunnel. She plays with the absolute conviction that the goal belongs to her alone, mocking anyone foolish enough to believe they can beat her.