Which Gaelic Football forward are you?

You're not a forward, you're an extra defender. You're the one who gets described as industrious and always puts a shift in for the team. You spend more time in your own half, tracking players who should be marking you and the only requirement of you in attack is to get the ball out of defence and find a scorer.

Blistering pace, blistering confidence. It doesn't matter where on the field you are, you're running with that bad boy and you'll be damned if anyone catches you. Run first, ask questions later. Get the head down and take the ball for a sprint is your philosophy and you open weaker teams up for a shortcut. Some people describe you as a headless chicken but they don't understand that the only times you lose the ball isn't because you ran into trouble, it's because no-one was quick enough to help you out.

Ramrod. Absolute bulldozer. You want to play out the field to get more of the ball but you wreak blood havoc on the inside line when you're in there. Often draw Jonah Lomu-esque sights with men hanging off you struggling to even drag you down, you have the best hands in the team and the only road you know is the direct room - brick wall in your way or not.

Hit the f**king thing in. You're fed up with conservative modern football. You just want to play. Your team lets you down with their hand pass build-ups when all you want is any type of ball let in on top of you so you can produce the magic. Not the most athletic player in the world but when you get the ball in hands, you can make it rain. The last of a dying breed but what a classy breed.

Pure class. Virtually unmarkable, even in the face of blanket defences. You find pockets of space and you slip by tackles and challenges like they're just static road cones in your way. You don't even need to look to know where the posts are and you'll just as easily swing an accurate left leg at the ball as you would your right. Your brain moves quicker than others and the first thing you're thinking when you get the ball is goal. But you raise white flags better than any of them.

What do you want to do? Because you can bloody do it. You have it in your locker to blast holes in back lines and drive straight for the jugular at pace but you're at your beautiful best when you're pulling back and pinging all sorts of passes and landing them on a sixpence for a team mates to run on to. You control games and are the master conductor and your long range shooting is a sight to behold.