My story is as follows:
I started as a young boy, I was about 12 or 13 years old and I had great dreams of becoming a footballer, as in Ghana it's hard to get a ball, let alone play professionally, we played everything we had with us, I remember how my grandmother used to look for the head of a cow that our friend Abdul dug over the fence of my elementary school. But enough about the memories, it all started when I saw a man on our TV in the village, as recently the village leader invested in the sound system, I could hear the commentator calling him a white-haired devil, I cannot confirm his words because then the world was still black and white and the TV was all black so all in all, you could see the ♥♥♥♥ ... but somehow we managed, going back to the topic, I started to imitate this experienced player, I trained the head game with an uncle who had quite a strong head, one day a man came to our village, he introduced himself as Kazimierz Deyna and organized a friendly match, the stands were full, all 7 people from our village sat in the stands and me and my friends stood on the sandy pitch, we enjoyed this moment. After a while he left the locker room, his hair reached his waist and when a stronger wind blew on his T-shirt you could see the inscription "PIASECKI" in capital letters, we were all amazed and emotions were boiling in us, after a while the warm-up the match started, let me tell you briefly ... we ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up, but there's nothing wrong with that. After the game, when I was lying on the field, he came up to me and said "you guys were playing ♥♥♥♥ ... but you were git". I passed out, woke up in Belgium with a new identity and name.
Yes, I am Romelu Lukaku and this is my story.