Which Gaelic Football hard man are you?

You're big, tough, and never out of faces.
You're a right, royal pain in the hole and your physical presence and endless attention gets inside forwards' minds too.
You're a good man off the field but, on it, you have no friends in a different colour jersey.

They don't make them like they used to.
You're old school, pure, and as tough as the steel toe of old boots.
You're a throwback to the hearty days when men were men and every one of your bone-crunching shoulder tackles are felt like the force of a freight train.

You're a fine player and you're not a dirty player but you can get dragged into conflict.
You cover blades of grass for fun but, unfortunately, that only increases the amount of people you come into contact with.
You'll never back down, sometimes to a fault.

You're not a man people enjoy coming up against.
Pure power, pure relentlessness, pure dismissive chaos.
When you've got a job to do, you'll do absolutely anything to fulfill that duty and, with all the aggression and passion you possess, you do it in a rip-roaring spectacle.

Sledging, underhand tricks, disrespect. What makes it worse is that you're a bloody brilliant player.
You could wind anyone up. You could start a war in a pacifist convention. You'll provoke a reaction from your man in whatever way you can and, when he bites at you, you'll just laugh.
If anyone wants to take you on at football, you'll probably beat them at that too.

You don't bow to reputation, you don't shrink in the face of grand challenges. For you, physically and mentally, it's about how big the fight is in the dog.
No-one has a greater aggression than you do, a fire and desire. On the pitch, nothing else matters but winning a game of football and you patrol around the back line like a man possessed.
Your hatred for the opposition is inspiring. The rest of the team follow your drive.

You're tight, you're strong, you're a fine, fine defender.
You don't let forwards out of your sight and if you have to wrestle them to the floor to make sure of that, you'll do it.
You've earned a bad reputation because you're so bloody tough but a lot of it is unwarranted.
You're not that confrontational, you're just robust and relentless and, if anyone wants to start anything, you can sure as hell finish it.

When you come to town, chaos comes to town.
You run all over the field dishing out punishment, you're an immovable object when you want to be and you're public enemy number one in the terraces.
Always right in the thick of it, always the man the opposition f**king hate. Your own crowd loves you.
You'd play with your heart on your sleeve if it wasn't too big. A real man.