Richard Ward

Fuelled by the memory of a childhood struggle with a local seagull that stole every single one of his snacks, this fiery Bermudian dynamo channels his rage into dominant aerial battles and an impossibly silk-smooth first touch. He covers every blade of grass with relentless aggression, though his occasional hot-headed outbursts can sometimes leave him chasing shadows instead of the ball. His command of the midfield is absolute, blending ferocious leaping power with the precision of a surgeon.