10 Things all past and present Gaelic Football Gals will know 5 years ago

10 Things all past and present Gaelic Football Gals will know

Gaelic football was my LIFE during my teens.

I spent my time running laps and doing solos like a mad yoke and it made me ambitious, determined and fit as heck.


G.A.A is truly a magical thing in Ireland, ensuring craic and giggles along the way.Gaelic football is one of the most exciting and fast-paced sports to watch and I love it, so I've written a list of all the things any GAA gal will know.

Or GAA-L if you will.

1.Oranges at half-time were BAE.

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The referee blowing the whistle at half-time was always a serious relief, it gave you the chance to actually BREATHE for the first time in about 20 minutes.

You all scuttle your way over across to your trainer and team-mates and what do you see? A GLORIOUS lunchbox of juicy ripe oranges.

A juicy half orange was the perfect treat to get your sugar levels up a bit and give you a spring in your step. If it was a REALLY big game, the half-time treats were luxurious as HECK - the bounty could include Lucozade and Cadbury's Dairy Milk.


2. Your Mam transforms into an unrecognisable creature on the sideline...

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You're on the pitch, dodging tackles and soloing the ball like there's no tomorrow.

You're pegging it down the pitch, as fast as your little legs can carry you and lob the ball up the pitch to the forwards when you suddenly hear a harrowing scream:



You stop dead in your tracks and look. Who on earth is screaming like a harpy? It's your mother.

Yes, while there's only so many phenomena in the world, GAA Mam is very much a real thing.

She's the woman on the sideline wearing a woollen hat with the team crest on it and a waterproof jacket and wellies.

She spends the entirety of the match purple-faced from screaming extremities at everyone on the pitch, veins rising out of her neck and forehead and is known to holler things like:


"pass it... PASS IT... PASS IT THERE NOW!"



3. The banter while car-sharing is just the BEST.

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Going to different destinations to play an away match meant sharing cars with your team-mate's parents which was just the bee's knees.

It was a bonding experience, bitching about the opposition/your team-mates/your trainer/referee. It was a cathartic experience knowing others felt the same as you.

After the matches, the car would stink to high heaven from the wet socks and boots but it only added to the atmosphere.

4. The referee never tolerated any foul language.

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Getting frustrated while playing a match is inextricably linked with a little swear word or two - why were the referees always so strict?


5. The bibs at training were always a little... rank.

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Because of the community nature of G.A.A clubs, it was sometimes hard to wash all the equipment in time for training.

When playing practise matches, sometimes the bibs would smell like old wet socks or even have a bit of grass on them. Nice.

6. Washing the bag of dirty jerseys took an absolute AGE.

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25 jerseys took nearly 3 or 4 washes, on top of your family's own washing.

My mam used to PULVERISE me for bringing them home.

7. Falling over during the summer months used to skin the LEGS off you.


The hard muddy ground on the pitch meant falling over cut your legs to pieces.

Even a small graze was bitterly sore, bruising and sometimes bleeding at the same time. Ouch.

8. Cúl Camps were the best craic ever.

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The GAA Summer camps were the highlight of the school holidays. They sometimes ran weeklong camps during the Easter break too.

9. The amount of free shit you'd get from playing on the county team was TOTALLY worth it.

Gym bags, socks, shorts, jackets, a plethora of gear was on tic when you made the county team.

Not to mention the free food and drink you'd get after matches.

10. Making the newspaper after a huge win made you feel like a regular celeb.

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Local newspapers are heavily invested in sports and talent, and having your picture or name in the paper after scoring a goal or point ensured your ego would be nice and healthy.

Also something to boast about in front of your siblings as your picture rested on the fridge.

Long live Gaelic football I say!

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