He is like a scalded cat, accelerated almost faster than the eye can see. One second he is stood still, the next he is gone.

Henry was jet heeled and once he was past you there was no catching him.

Henry was a scorer of great goals, who was also a great goalscorer. He was particularly adept at cutting in from the left to curl the ball into the top right hand corner.

There was a lot of skill there, which should have been suited to a winger, but never quite worked out there. Once he moved inside, to the centre forward role, he suddenly became world class.

As anyone Irish will no doubt tell you, his career was defined for many by his basketball skills as he blatantly handled the ball against them.

Like a flash of lightning, blink and he's gone. It is so quick, there are almost no defenders who can live with him.

It is so effortless, it is hard to understand just how quickly he eats up the ground as he glides over it.

A good finisher but he still lacks composure at times in the box.

Some delightful skills at times, things that make you just want to stand and applaud.

For all the beautiful skills and smooth running, he has a capacity to ruin it all with distasteful antics, especially when wasting time in a World Cup semi-final.