BRUSSELS, Belgium -- It's rather a good thing Romelu Lukaku was born in Belgium. Otherwise, soccer's very own birther movement would have inevitably come after him. His birth certificate says Antwerp, a biggish city in Flanders, known for its excellent surgeons and doctors, putting him above suspicion about his real age.
And suspicion there would be. Because he looks, not to mention plays, like a fully grown man, and a carved specimen of one at that.
Watching him out on the field, it's easy to forget that Romelu Lukaku is only 16.
Then again, it's easy to remember that he is just 16.
When you ask his club team, Anderlecht, if you can talk to the striker, for instance, "We couldn't possibly let you," comes the answer. "We're getting 60 interview requests a week, and if we accept yours we'll have to accept everybody else's too. And Romelu is still in school. We try to leave him alone."
Fair enough.
Romelu is a high school junior in southern Brussels, attending an ordinary Belgian state school for kids with no intention of going to college.
Of course, college isn't really necessary if you're soccer's next big thing.
Born on May 13, 1993, Romelu was the first son born to Roger Lukaku, a physically imposing journeyman striker who played more than 50 games for his native Congo (then called Zaire) during a professional career that spanned 10 years in Belgium and Turkey.
Romelu -- whose name is a contraption of the first two letters of each of his father's three names, Roger Menama Lukaku -- was nothing out of the ordinary as a younger child. "He was a nice kid, sometimes a little shy, which he still is," Roger said. Then, like many 6 year olds in Belgium, Romelu joined a soccer team. Suddenly, he was no longer ordinary. "He made the difference, which was plain to see straight away," Roger said. "He already showed signs of promise."
After playing for several smaller clubs, Lukaku went to Anderlecht in 2006. He made one appearance last season, 11 days after his 16th birthday. Now 6-foot-4 and a fraction more than 200 pounds of muscle, with perfect command of both feet, Lukaku wasted little time in announcing his presence this season. He overran Belgium, scoring 12 goals in 22 games for Anderlecht so far in his first full season with the senior team. He dazzled Europe, scoring twice in one of his very first Europa League games, becoming the third-youngest goal scorer ever. He even held his own before the whole world, playing like a seasoned veteran in his international debut for his country's senior side against Croatia on March 3. Like a debutante at the international soccer ball, all eyes were on him, and he did not put a foot wrong, holding his own against the experienced Josip Simunic.
"I think it was a very successful debut. He responded well to all the attention. All that was missing was a little goal," Roger said. "Romelu was satisfied too."
His arrival on the international scene meant Lukaku is no longer under the care of Jean-Francois De Sart, who coaches Belgium's under-21s. His team, the highest class of Belgian prospects, takes a few years to graduate its best players to the senior team. Lukalu had come and gone within two months and just five games, which came on the heels of having skipped the U-17s altogether. "It's thanks to his production that he took off before he'd even unpacked," De Sart said. "We knew he'd be here quickly."
His debut should also put an end to a long argument over who is the crown jewel of an outrageously gifted generation of soccer players emerging from little Belgium, whose population is just less than 11 million. While Moussa Dembélé and Eden Hazard are, as advertised, fabulously talented, Lukaku seems to transcend everything, even talent itself.
Anderlecht, the formerly great club, sure could use the exposure Lukaku could bring. But the team's management doesn't wish to burden its prodigy. And so the interview requests pile up, unattended. Anderlecht probably isn't protecting its investment as much as it is trying not to mess up a player on a road to greatness with no apparent speed limits, exits, stop signs or speed bumps. Mozart wasn't pimped out for a quick buck, either. We've seen mega prospects flame out before. There's nothing sadder.
Not messing him up seems a goal those surrounding Lukaku share. Roger wants his son to stay at Anderlecht until he finishes school, which will roughly coincide with the end of the 2010-11 season. Nice intentions, but soccer's rich and famous are already sniffing around Lukaku, fueling speculation about an imminent departure to greener, and richer, pastures.
"Like any soccer player he wants to go as far as possible," Roger said of his son. "He wants to play at the highest level in the world. But there are steps, everything in its time. We'll keep going like that until we get to our goal."
Describing Lukaku's strengths is rather troublesome. They're hardly describable. There's his preposterous vertical leap that he uses to tower over defenders and get at crosses from a complete standstill and nod it into the nets. Then there's the acceleration and speed that don't seem fair.
The only way putting together a scouting report would be simple is if formulated in the following esoteric terms: Bigger. Stronger. Faster. More skilled. More athletic, too. Simply put: Better.
Better than whom? Better than everyone his age; and, with time, perhaps everyone of all other ages, as well.
"He's a goal scorer," said De Sart, making an attempt to pick out the strongest of attributes. "That's his primary asset. He's savvy before the goal and scores easily. He's exceptional physically and when given a chance, he almost always scores. He has a really good mentality. He always wants to get better, to learn."
Considering the above, one can understand clubs lusting after Lukaku, because from afar he looks like the finished product. His is an effortless kind of grace. The sort that rolls out of bed and deigns to put on his soccer cleats, his ballet flats, before bounding onto the field, his dance floor, weightless. It will make a fan feel lucky that of all the sports Lukaku could have chosen to excel at he chose soccer.
Lukaku isn't done improving though. "There's lots to learn yet," Roger said. "That's why I say we haven't seen all that Romelu has to offer yet. Right now we've seen 50 or 60 percent of his ability. He can do much better."
"His technique has to get better, but that's a logical progression," De Sart said. "You can't ask of a 16-year-old to be complete. You have to get better at every age. He has to get better tactically, too. And his heading needs to improve."
How far he will go nobody knows. Or nobody will dare say, anyway. Saying out loud what Lukaku is capable of would make even the most admired soccer savant look idiotic, after all.
In the meantime, Lukaku often sports his hair like that of his hero, Chelsea and Ivory Coast striker Didier Drogba. If all goes well, Romelu Lukaku will one day not only be a household name of his own the world over, but will also be synonymous with a much bigger name, the one his younger brother carries: Jordan.