Thomas Procházka

This explosive Czech dynamo burns down the flank with blistering acceleration and silky technical skills, though his defensive effort often mirrors his lack of temperamental control. Before every whistle, he insists on buttering the studs of his left boot with room-temperature yogurt, leaving his baffled teammates to simply dodge the messy floor of the locker room. When he locks in, his lightning-fast dribbling makes defenders look like statues in his wake.