Nader Asgari

A human blur on the flank, he terrorizes wingers with blistering pace and slide tackles that feel like thunder, though his head remains dangerously allergic to aerial duels. Once, during a youth match, he intercepted a pass so fiercely that he slid past the sideline, through a nearby hedge, and returned to the pitch just in time to stop a cross. His manic, high-octane engine dominates the ground, even if he often burns through his stamina far too early.