Zainab El Sewedy

Towering over the goal line with an elite wingspan, she commands her box with an arrogant swagger despite her notorious habit of parrying balls into danger like a hot potato. To lock in her god-like confidence, she insists on braiding her hair with the locker room’s janitor broom bristles, leaving her teammates to simply sigh as they step over the discarded brush pile. She is a defensive wall with lightning reflexes, even if her hands seem allergic to actually securing the ball.