Alex🇩🇪

The Lone Wolf. Drafted twelfth and absent from the muster itself — his rankings arrived by courier list — Lord Alex assembled three African banners and a quiet Uruguayan column while the room debated snake orders. He wore the crown once in the group campaign, but his immortality was written in the knockout scrolls: alone among twelve chaps he named Spain champion, stood alone at the semi-final, alone again at the final, and was proven right both times as Spain's thirty-eight-match unbeaten run took the Cup. Only England's mad 6–4 bronze denied him sole empire. He shares the throne — but history will remember who called it.