Veit Gottschalk

Haunted by the memory of failing to catch a stray stray kitten he promised to protect as a child, he now attacks every cross with an assertive fury to ensure nothing ever slips through his fingers again. While he flies through the air with unmatched brilliance to snatch shots from the top corner, his tendency to wander aimlessly in the box often leaves him scrambling back to safety. His aerial prowess is lethal, though his hesitation to command the chaotic defensive line remains the stubborn crack in his otherwise ironclad armor.