Nerina Salina

This humble Argentine wall is a rushing maestro who transforms into an acrobatic nightmare for strikers, though she can occasionally be timid when commanding her crowded six-yard box. Before every whistle, she insists on kissing a slightly crusty, miniature toy cactus for good luck, a ritual that leaves her baffled teammates giggling from the tunnel. Her elite reflexes and sheer vertical reach make her a titan of the goal, consistently denying the inevitable with otherworldly grace.