Eriks Zarins

Standing at two meters tall, this reserved Latvian giant commands his box with terrifying reflexes and a relentless urge to charge off his line, though his erratic penalty-stopping often leaves him pondering the net. He strictly insists on eating exactly three cold cocktail sausages before every match, a quirky ritual that leaves his teammates both confused and silently grateful for his unmatched focus. His presence remains an impenetrable, stoic wall that forces strikers into panic every time they step near his area.