Harut Davydov

Standing as an impenetrable wall in midfield, he dispossesses strikers with chilling, icy precision while barely breaking a sweat. To sharpen his focus, he insists on loudly reciting Russian folk riddles to the ball before every whistle, a bizarre quirk that leaves his teammates both confused and slightly terrified. Despite his legendary tactical acumen and strength, he often disappears in the dying minutes as his stamina betrays him.