Leontien Scheffer

A defensive maestro with an uncanny ability to read the game, she patrols the midfield like an immovable statue, though her gas tank rarely lasts the full ninety. Before every match, she meticulously braids a lucky piece of string into her socks while whispering to a slice of lime, a bizarre ritual that leaves her teammates both baffled and mesmerized. While her acceleration is modest, her surgical precision in cutting off attacks makes her a nightmare for any opponent.