THE STORY OF THE FOOTBALLER LUKAKU.
“One day I said to mother, do not worry about anything, one day I will play in Andertkat, all our hardships will be eliminated, just waiting for time.
Once a day I ask my father that if I want to play professional football “How old I need to grow up”? My father said that 16 years old. I said that ok 16 is confirmed. I will do it in 16. I need to do it. I must do it for my mother for my father.
I have played every match like the final match. When I played football in the park, I played football like the final match. When I played in the playground of the kinder garden school, I played like the final match. In tremendous anger, I have given every kicked of football a way that I wanted to tear the cover of football. There is no FIFA in my life, there is no PlayStation.
I played, played for winning. Not a game like kidding I am terrible intense. I used to wire the field with murder addiction.
Okay, I was saying that the Belgian footballer does not want to lose Lukau.
From the school’s life whose life wanted to stop. In the house, there was a rat running on the floor, sleeping on the floor. Did not have any light in the house. His mother gave him the milk that was mixed with water and bought the rest of the bread on Wednesday and paid it on Friday with profit. He saw his mother was crying every night. From that day he decided to make his life better.
The intense addiction to victory makes him violent and he laughs at the end of his life. He is 2nd player of the year in Afrika. At the age of 16-17, became an illustration in the football world.
Go ahead with madness to point out a reward and do things in life, so that when your mother goes out of the street, people praise your mother and praise you, and the mother of the person is going on. That day will be the happiest day of your mother’s life
