Game of Thrones is widely considered to be the most popular show on television, unless you’ve actually seen The Walking Dead of course. It’s a tale of wondrous fiction in which there are dragons, bearded men and a shitload of brutal deaths. So then, we thought it would be best to decipher which current and former footballers would fit in nicely with the GoT crowd.
When you really think about it, considering the size of some footballers these days there’s quite a few fellas who could’ve been included on this list. Alas, we could only select a few and these gents are head and shoulders above the rest when it comes to the qualifying criteria.
Dani Osvaldo is a majestic gentleman and comes across as someone you do not want to mess with.
The Italian stallion is likely one of those rare entities that enjoys snapping people's bones as a form of leisure. Fair play.
The man with a million accents enters this list due to one think - his uncanny resemblance to Robb Stark.
Much like the King of the North, the Englishman could play the role of unassuming bad ass to perfection.
You can just picture it, can't you? Andrea standing tall above his subjects donning a beautiful fur coat as he strokes his beard and looks out into the distance. "No Pirlo, no party" he utters.
Ribery would be that sniveling sidekick who just never seems to go away. Pretty much like Gollum from Lord of the Rings, really.
The enforcer. The right hand man. The lead soldier who will bite your bloody nose off if you look at him the wrong way. The bloke may be 52 but that doesn't mean he isn't still a nutter.
Zlatan would lead from the front, maintaining a cocky yet lethal persona. He sits on his throne and spends his days admiring the beauty of Zlatan in the mirror, but if called upon then it's essentially game over for whoever wrongs him.
The man who had the bollocks to stand up to Joe Jordan, and the man who pretty much looks ready for a fight given a moment's notice. The Italian would spare no expense in eliminating the competition. Talk about effective.
Literally look at his face. Sign him up immediately.
You can just picture it now. The eight noble steeds of the football kingdom marching north to Winterfell, and returning with the heads of their greatest foes presented proudly to their adoring public as a sign of victory. Or, on the other hand, they get absolutely twatted and hobble back with their tail between their legs. It’s all a matter of opinion, really.