Markus Hawes

With explosive speed and lightning-quick footwork that dances past defenders, he remains a nightmare in space, though his decision-making often stalls when he reaches the final third. To channel his frantic energy, he insistently juggles a rotten, pre-wrapped onion in the locker room for ten minutes before kickoff, leaving his bewildered teammates scrambling to stay upwind. He is pure, electric chaos on the pitch, even if his aim remains frustratingly wild.