José-Carlos Fraga

A swaggering Portuguese maestro with wizard-like dribbling and blistering acceleration, he relentlessly fires thunderbolts from distance despite a penchant for inexplicably blazing simple tap-ins over the bar. To harness his confidence, he insists on peeling a single grape with his teeth before kickoff, a bizarre ritual that leaves his teammates rolling their eyes in utter disbelief. He plays with the arrogant certainty of a man who knows he is the show, even if his composure near the goal line remains his most frustrating Achilles' heel.