Raf Philips

This Belgian dynamo is a nightmare for strikers, pairing cat-like reflexes with a daring flair for rushing off his line despite his occasional struggle to cleanly parry strikes away. Before every whistle, he insists on loudly reciting nursery rhymes to his gloves, a ritual his teammates have learned to endure with confused, supportive smiles. His energetic presence is the heartbeat of the defense, turning the net into an impenetrable fortress.