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goldenval:
I staked $200 one ticket then another $200 for over 3.5 half time... now no more that shit again

goldenval:
Today is bookies day... over 5.5 substantiation cast! ...

My village people kept calling my name, vikings! vikings!! vikings!!! come and stake millions. But I said NO.

FlirtyKaren:
Romelu Lukaku, who is currently representing Belgium at the ongoing FIFA World Cup in Russia, has shared a very emotional story about his childhood and how his family lived in abject poverty.

In an interview with The Players Tribune, Lukaku talked about his struggle growing up as a black footballer in Belgium and how he vowed to be the bet player ever in the country.

Read his full emotional story below:

"I remember the exact moment I knew we were broke. I can still picture my mum at the refrigerator and the look on her face.

I was six years old, and I came home for lunch during our break at school. My mum had the same thing on the menu every single day: Bread and milk. When you’re a kid, you don’t even think about it. But I guess that’s what we could afford.

Then this one day I came home, and I walked into the kitchen, and I saw my mum at the refrigerator with the box of milk, like normal. But this time she was mixing something in with it. She was shaking it all up, you know? I didn’t understand what was going on. Then she brought my lunch over to me, and she was smiling like everything was cool. But I realized right away what was going on.

She was mixing water in with the milk. We didn’t have enough money to make it last the whole week. We were broke. Not just poor, but broke.

My father had been a pro footballer, but he was at the end of his career and the money was all gone. The first thing to go was the cable TV. No more football. No more Match of the Day. No signal.

Then I’d come home at night and the lights would be shut off. No electricity for two, three weeks at a time.

Then I’d want to take a bath, and there would be no hot water. My mum would heat up a kettle on the stove, and I’d stand in the shower splashing the warm water on top of my head with a cup.

There were even times when my mum had to “borrow” bread from the bakery down the street. The bakers knew me and my little brother, so they’d let her take a loaf of bread on Monday and pay them back on Friday.

I knew we were struggling. But when she was mixing in water with the milk, I realized it was over, you know what I mean? This was our life.


I didn’t say a word. I didn’t want her to stress. I just ate my lunch. But I swear to God, I made a promise to myself that day. It was like somebody snapped their fingers and woke me up. I knew exactly what I had to do, and what I was going to do.

I couldn’t see my mother living like that. Nah, nah, nah. I couldn’t have that.

People in football love to talk about mental strength. Well, I’m the strongest dude you’re ever going to meet. Because I remember sitting in the dark with my brother and my mom, saying our prayers, and thinking, believing, knowing … it’s going to happen.

I kept my promise to myself for a while. But then some days I’d come home from school and find my mum crying. So I finally told her one day, “Mum, it’s gonna change. You’ll see. I’m going to play football for Anderlecht, and it’s going to happen soon. We’ll be good. You won’t have to worry anymore.”

I was six.

I asked my father, “When can you start playing professional football?”

He said, “Sixteen.”

I said, “O.K., sixteen then.”

It was going to happen. Period.

Let me tell you something — every game I ever played was a Final. When I played in the park, it was a Final. When I played during break in kindergarten, it was a Final. I’m dead-ass serious. I used to try to tear the cover off the ball every time I shot it. Full power. We weren’t hitting R1, bro. No finesse shot. I didn’t have the new FIFA. I didn’t have a Playstation. I wasn’t playing around. I was trying to kill you.

When I started growing taller, some of the teachers and the parents would be stressing me. I’ll never forget the first time I heard one of the adults say, “Hey, how old are you? What year were you born?”

I’m like, What? Are you serious?

When I was 11 years old, I was playing for the Lièrse youth team, and one of the parents from the other team literally tried to stop me from going on the pitch. He was like, “How old is this kid? Where is his I.D.? Where is he from?”

I thought, Where am I from? What? I was born in Antwerp. I’m from Belgium.

My dad wasn’t there, because he didn’t have a car to drive to my away games. I was all alone, and I had to stand up for myself. I went and got my I.D. from my bag and showed it to all the parents, and they were passing it around inspecting it, and I remember the blood just rushing through me … and I thought, “Oh, I’m gonna kill your son even more now. I was already going to kill him, but now I’m gonna destroy him. You’re gonna drive the boy home crying now.”

I wanted to be the best footballer in Belgian history. That was my goal. Not good. Not great. The best. I played with so much anger, because of a lot of things … because of the rats running around in our apartment … because I couldn’t watch the Champions League … because of how the other parents used to look at me.

I was on a mission.

When I was 12, I scored 76 goals in 34 games.

I scored them all wearing my dad’s shoes. Once our feet got to be the same size, we used to share.

One day I called up my grandfather — my mum’s dad. He was one of the most important people in my life. He was my connection back to Congo, where my mum and dad are from. So I was on the phone with him one day, and I said, “Yeah, I’m doing really well. I scored 76 goals, and we won the league. The big teams are noticing me.”

And usually, he always wanted to hear about my football. But this time it was strange. He said, “Yeah, Rom. Yeah, that’s great. But can you do me a favor?”

I said, “Yeah, what is it?”

He said, “Can you look after my daughter, please?”

I remember being so confused. Like, what’s Grandad on about?

I said, “Mum? Yeah, we’re cool. We’re O.K.”

He said, “No, promise me. Can you promise me? Just look after my daughter. Just look after her for me, O.K.?”

I said, “Yeah, Granddad. I got it. I promise you.”

Five days later he passed away. And then I understood what he really meant.

It makes me so sad to think about, because I just wish that he could have lived another four years to see me play for Anderlecht. To see that I kept my promise, you know? To see that everything was going to be O.K.

I told my mum that I would make it at 16.

I was late by 11 days.

May 24, 2009.

The playoff final. Anderlecht vs. Standard Liège.

Lukaku: To me, every game was a final.

That was the craziest day of my life. But we have to back up for a minute. Because at the start of the season, I was barely playing for the Anderlecht U-19s. The coach had me coming off the bench. I’m like, “How the hell am I going to sign a pro contract on my 16th birthday if I’m still on the bench for the U-19s?”

So I made a bet with our coach.

I told him, “I’ll guarantee you something. If you actually play me, I’m going to score 25 goals by December.”

He laughed. He literally laughed at me.

I said, “Let’s make a bet then.”

He said, “O.K., but if you don’t score 25 by December, you’re going to the bench.”

I said, “Fine, but if I win, you’re going to clean all the minivans that take the players home from training.”

He said, “O.K., it’s a deal.”

I said, “And one more thing. You have to make pancakes for us every day.”

He said, “O.K., fine.”

That was the dumbest bet that man ever made.

I had 25 by November. We were eating pancakes before Christmas, bro.

Let that be a lesson. You don’t play around with a boy who’s hungry!

I signed my pro contract with Anderlecht on my birthday, May 13. Went straight out and bought the new FIFA and a cable package. It was already the end of the season, so I was at home chilling. But the Belgian league was crazy that year, because Anderlecht and Standard Liege had finished tied on points. So there was a two-leg playoff to decide the title.

During the first leg, I’m at home watching on TV like a fan.

Then the day before the second leg, I get a phone call from the coach of the reserves.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Rom. What are you doing?”

“About to go play football in the park.”

“No, no, no, no, no. Pack your bags. Right now.”

“What? What did I do?”

“No, no, no. You need to get to the stadium right now. The first team wants you now.”

“Yo …. What?! Me?!”

“Yeah, you. Come now.”

I literally sprinted into my dad’s bedroom and was like, “Yo! Get your ass up right now! We gotta go, man!”

He’s like, “Huh? What? Go where?”

I’m like, “ANDERLECHT, MAN.”

I’ll never forget, I showed up to the stadium, and I like pretty much ran into the dressing room and the kitman said, “O.K., kid, what number do you want?”

And I said, “Give me number 10.”

The kitman said, “O.K., kid, what number do you want?” And I said, “Give me number 10.”
Hahahaha! I don’t know. I was too young to be scared I guess.

He was like, “Academy players have to take 30 and above.”

I said, “O.K., well, three plus six equals nine, and that’s a cool number, so give me 36.”

That night at the hotel, the senior players made me sing a song for them at dinner. I can’t even remember what I picked. My head was spinning.

The next morning, my friend literally knocked on the door of my house to see if I wanted to play football and my mum was like, “He’s out playing.”

My friend said, “Playing where?”

She said, “The final.”

We got off the bus at the stadium, and every single player walked in wearing a cool suit. Except me. I came off the bus wearing a terrible tracksuit, and all the TV cameras were right in my face. The walk to the locker room was like 300 meters. Maybe a three-minute walk. As soon as I put my foot in the locker room, my phone starts blowing up. Everybody had seen me on TV. I had 25 messages in three minutes. My friends were going crazy.

“Bro?! WHY ARE YOU AT THE GAME?!”

“Rom, what is happening? WHY ARE YOU ON TV?”

The only person I texted back was my best friend. I said, “Bro, I don’t know if I’m gonna play. I don’t know what’s going on. But just keep watching the TV.”

In the 63rd minute, the manager subbed me on.

I ran out onto the field for Anderlecht at 16 years and 11 days old.

We lost the final that day, but I was already in heaven. I made good on my promise to my mother and to my grandad. That was the moment I knew we were gonna be O.K.

The next season, I was still finishing up my last year of high school and playing in the Europa League at the same time. I used to have to take a big bag to school so I could catch a flight in the afternoon. We won the league by a mile, and I finished second for African Player of the Year. It was just … crazy.

I actually expected all that to happen, but maybe not so fast. All of sudden, the media was building me up, and putting all these expectations on me. Especially with the national team. For whatever reason, I just wasn’t playing well for Belgium. It wasn’t working out.

But, yo — come on. I was 17! 18! 19!

When things were going well, I was reading newspapers articles and they were calling me Romelu Lukaku, the Belgian striker.

When things weren’t going well, they were calling me Romelu Lukaku, the Belgian striker of Congolese descent.

If you don’t like the way I play, that’s fine. But I was born here. I grew up in Antwerp, and Liège and Brussels. I dreamed of playing for Anderlecht. I dreamed of being Vincent Kompany. I’ll start a sentence in French and finish it in Dutch, and I’ll throw in some Spanish or Portuguese or Lingala, depending on what neighborhood we’re in.

I’m Belgian.

We’re all Belgian. That’s what makes this country cool, right?

I don’t know why some people in my own country want to see me fail. I really don’t. When I went to Chelsea and I wasn’t playing, I heard them laughing at me. When I got loaned out to West Brom, I heard them laughing at me.

But it’s cool. Those people weren’t with me when we were pouring water in our cereal. If you weren’t with me when I had nothing, then you can’t really understand me.

You know what’s funny? I missed 10 years of Champions League football when I was a kid. We never could afford it. I would come into school and all the kids would be talking about the final, and I’d have no idea what happened. I remember back in 2002, when Madrid played Leverkusen, everybody was like, “The volley! Oh my God, the volley!”

I had to pretend like I knew what they were talking about.

Two weeks later, we were sitting in computer class, and one of my friends downloaded the video off the Internet, and I finally saw Zidane smash it into the top corner with his left.

That summer, I went over to his house so I could watch Ronaldo Fenomeno in the World Cup Final. Everything else from that tournament is just a story I heard from the kids at school.

Ha! I remember I had holes in my shoes in 2002. Big holes.

Twelve years later, I was playing in the World Cup.

Now I’m about to play in another World Cup, and you know what? I’m going to remember to have fun this time. Life is too short for the stress and the drama. People can say whatever they want about our team, and about me.

Man, listen — when we were kids, we couldn’t even afford to watch Thierry Henry on Match of the Day! Now I’m learning from him every day with the national team. I’m standing with the legend, in the flesh, and he’s telling me all about how to run into space like he used to do. Thierry might be the only guy in the world who watches more football than me. We debate everything. We’re sitting around and having debates about German second division football.

I’m like, “Thierry, have you seen the Fortuna Düsseldorf setup, though?”

He’s like, “Don’t be silly. Yes, of course.”

That’s the coolest thing in the world, to me.

I just really, really wish my grandad was around to witness this.

I’m not talking about the Premier League.

Not Manchester United.

Not the Champions League.

Not the World Cups.

That’s not what I mean. I just wish he was around to see the life we have now. I wish I could have one more phone call with him, and I could let him know

“See? I told you. Your daughter is OK. No more rats in the apartment. No more sleeping on the floor. No more stress. We’re good now. We’re good …

They don’t have to check the I.D. any more. They know our name.”

https://lailasnews.com/we-were-so-poor-mother-borrowed-bread-for-us-to-eat-romelu-lukaku/

God, I love this article, sorry I had to quote the entire post. It's just too good not to bookmark. I'm officially a fan of Lukaku. Now I'm emotional. "Life is too short for all the stress & drama" my favourite quote.

phreakabit:
No, but does he owe you money ?
A team of 11 players and you want to blame 1 player for the coaches tactical blunder? Please tell me have you rewatched the match? A general rule is to always rewatch the match when your nerves are calm to properly analyse the game. Who was Mikel suppose to pass to? Ighalo? Did he or did he not pass to Ighalo who always lost possession as a LONE striker. Or Victor Moses, who was more concerned with feeling the texture of the grass on his face? So why blame Mikel, when Leon Balogun was just as bad also and Ndidi hardly got a tackle in? The only good players that day were Iwobi and Etebo, Ekong to a certain degree. As I stated before, show me a player who has the composure, ball control, physical balance, and ball passing ability in the team who you think can bench Mikel, the closest thing we have is Iwobi and he lacks greatly in physicality and composure( you might not have noticed, but there is a hastiness about his play).

ayomidejohnson:
Hi guys. I am the Ayomide Johnson in question. I've really just been ignoring this guy really, because he is just one of these jobless youths, and tbh, and too busy for bull poo like this.

We all know that in business, there are rules, and surely, misunderstandings are bound to take place as well.

How patiently you handle this misunderstandings determines your future relationship and partnership with your clients.

Now, I don't have time to argue or defend this evidence-less thread against me. You people are even making me rank better on search engines. But there are some things I would like to point out. KEY POINTS of everything that happened between me and Mr. Shola . @mercyway.

1. This is not the first job he has given me. I have worked on a website for him before, which I built from scratch to finish. I charged N15,000 for this job. N15,000 isn't my usual price, but brotherly love yunno, and future relationships. I actually regret that anyways, cos it has made me look so cheap now. The short end of the story is that, I finished this job, and Mr Mercyway didn't pay me a dime. TILL DATE. Who should be ranting all over nairaland ?? But I didn't. Because I respect people's privacy and reputation, and wouldn't even do what would make someone else do such to me. NOTE: I'm not a scam, I am certified in my job, and I finished up his job, the first one anyways.

2. The new job, which led to this thread, is a MLM job (Multilevel Marketing). Now, he contacted me again, to do this job for him. If you didn't enjoy my service in the past, would you call me again ? Cool. I didn't think of the past. I accepted to do this job for you, even though you begged to pay N10,000 for it. N10,000 for a multilevel marketing website Cool. I still accepted. Asked him to make an advance of N3000 to get the job started. Then gave him a week for delivery. Along the line, i thought of it, and vaguely, the job won't pay me. So I told him for some reason, His job wouldnt go through. I even gave him alternatives, like buying an MLM script instead, even though it will be more expensive.

3. I asked him to forward his account details, so when I am chanced to bank, I would pay him the advance he sent.

4. I was still working on this, Mr Mercyway already concluded I scammed him, and he has started spreading my name all over the place. Isn't that immaturity I would have paid you by now, but the act of trying to spoil my image is why I won't pay you a dime.

Look up my profile. I train people on several things, for FREE!. Do I look like someone who doesn't have ambition ??.

5. Remember, I am a blogger, and a digital marketing strategist. I am just too busy for you. If I actually get on you, I can create a sponsored post to promote you as a scammer, and get your name on my neighbouring blogs. But why should I ?? So you should be careful who you deal with.

I would request you take this post down as its a false post, and just a misunderstanding you have failed to acknowledge. If not, I am patient enough, yet, I am not moved by everything you have done to try to tarnish my image. But,,, don't let me make my move against you as well. I have been quiet and shown enough christian virtue.

I have all the screenshots to prove my innocence. And our phone call conversations are recorded for your information. So please, do take it down.

None of your threats are valid.
Thanks.

Kind regards.

nwoke37:
I remember asking my father if Nigeria got its independence too early... He told me Nigeria would have been worse if we got independence later... He mentioned how the politicians are more corrupt now than during the time of Nigeria's independence wherein those leaders worked together for Nigeria's development/independence...

He also mentioned that the current politicians we have now are even willing to sell Nigeria if they have the chance... He kept on repeating that there is no hope for Nigeria..

I later mused over my father's words...
I realized our politicians have in fact been selling Nigeria bit by bit... Because of corruption, we have poor power supply, substandard roads, un- regular water supply, poor education facilities, poor health facilities, etc..
Without those facilities you can't attract jobs(both domestic and foreign)... so we have high rates of poverty... And because of high rates of poverty we have high rates of insecurity...

What I know is that once oil ceases to become a major thing in our world, Nigeria would cease to exist as a nation, if corruption isn't massively tackled..

I hope one day Nigeria proves my father wrong, that there's hope for Nigeria

alonso2214:
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dominique:
I'm finding it harder and harder to feel any sympathy for thieves when caught and put through jungle justice. They're evil and have no ounce of consideration for the people they steal from. Whatever they go through when caught, serves them right.

locust:
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JixNation:
Those lashes of cane Viking007 gave to him, is performing wonders.

Viking007:
There should be over 8.5 corners in Portugal Vs Morocco. Priced @1.55. Staking N10,000, the odd is too good to ignore.

Diickrider:
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Ganjafama:
Una want make that guy commit suicide? Free am I beg you guys. After all some of us benefitted from his village tips. Let's move on.

mrsage:
Noted. Who do u recommend?

Chiefheywhy:
Portugal - Morocco
Sum Of Maximum Official Added Time Per Game: Sum Of Maximum Official Added Time Awarded In Both Halves Over (4.5)
1.25

Uruguay - Saudi Arabia
FOUL
1X2: W Saudi Arabia
1.41

Iran - Spain
Sum Of Maximum Official Added Time Per Game: Sum Of Maximum Official Added Time Awarded In Both Halves Over (4.5)
1.37

Denmark - Australia
Sum Of Maximum Official Added Time Per Game: Sum Of Maximum Official Added Time Awarded In Both Halves Over (4.5)
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France - Peru
FOUL
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Brazil - Costa Rica
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Belgium - Tunisia
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Viking007:
I've withdrawn all the money in my account, not staking today. But if a gun was pointed at my head and asked to choose a pick. It would be Russia win to Nil No. Priced @1.35.

Mohammed Salah is back, and this is a must win game for the Egyptians. Worst case is a draw, the Russians are not that good.

Betnomore:
I thought you once quit sport betting. Wetin happen again?

MarijuanaLORD:
Guys please any value bet for today preferably below 2odd
Make i try my luck

Viking007 i enjoyed your belgium corner thanks . Any other value bet for today?

alonso2214:
bros morning no corner market today??

JixNation:
I'm telling you.






This is what Viking007 referred to as Chewing gum threats.

I take God beg you, no mention me for that section.

mercyway:
its a very serious issue and if proper care is not taken, it can lead to loss of lives and properties of some of their agents. Gamblers could be aggressive at times, imagine pogba didn't scored and bet9ja marked the game lost now they are telling different stories on a market. As far as am concerned, they should do something better than refunding total stake and at least pay 20% of winning to all winners. The error is not on the part of stakers but theirs. All these terms and conditions is nothing but scam.
Its unfortunate that Lottery Board will do nothing about issue like this and stakers cannot do anything, some have never had just one winning for the past 1 year

desiregold:
Why didnt you add financially ready too?


Ladies, if you are a member of this forum and you dont have any source of income, you dont have any job or biz that brings atleast 20k in a month.., Then you dont have any bizness with marriage.


I hate hearing some married women say things like "Aunty, borrow me 500 naira to cook food for my children, I will pay you back when my husband comes back from work".

Money gives you voice in life. it gives you voice among your friends, It gives voice among your family members, it gives you voice in your church, It even gives you voice in your marriage.

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idongesit88:
believe in Senegal not Tunisia, they stand no Chance against England