Romulu Lukaku is all power, all beast. The very essence of African power and physicality is captured in this anthromorphic incarnation. His left foot so powerful that he doesn't even need a right, he shot is so devastating that he doesn't need a first touch. Finesse, subtlety, flair all mean nothing to the Belgian whose muscles with a single flex make women grow testicles and impregnante men. Power, brutality, power, pace, strength, speed, power, mass, Rolu has it all and more. Even the almighty Heskey is afraid of the Congo Belgian, so afraid that merely being in the same hemisphere as Rolu was too much...hehad to move to Australia. To call Rolu anything besides a demi-god is an insult, he surpasses even the Messiah, Lionel. Where Messiah is sunburnt, Rolu merely laughs whilst staring at the sun. Messiah can not score against Chelsea for everytime he fails, that is why he remains at Barcelona, he is no threat to the Ogliarch. Rolu was bought by Chelsea because the Roman Abramovic feared the demi-god of the Congo...feared his left foot. The biceps, the pecks, the tongue, the dreadlocks, the fear.