Pedro Avila

This lightning-fast Chilean engine charges across the pitch with explosive pace, though he has a comically poor aerial game that forces teammates to steer clear of his head. To center himself, he insists on loudly reciting nursery rhymes to his shin guards in the locker room while his confused squad mates just look on and shake their heads. Despite his defensive frailties and limited endurance, his pure, frantic energy makes him an unpredictable chaos agent in the middle of the park.