Gustav Sandell

This fiery Swedish speedster leaves defenders in his wake with blistering acceleration, though his abysmal aerial game proves he is strictly a ground-level predator. He demands complete silence in the locker room for ten minutes while he balances a single ice cube on his nose, a ritual that leaves his bewildered teammates suppressing nervous laughter. Once the whistle blows, his clinical edge from the spot and relentless pace make him an unstoppable, if somewhat eccentric, attacking force.