How do you score six goals in a game, you ask? Answer: in fucking style.

Closing out a 6-2 rout of Sunderland, Lukaku sent in an absolutely pristine, curling cross with the outside of his left foot. Kone—with a bleached head of hair marked out like a target—was there to rifle in Lukaku’s masterpiece, and Romelu walked away like Clint Fucking Eastwood into the sunset.

God bless the modern-day omnipresence of sports footage, so that the world may be so privileged as to have a window into the minimalist genius of Lukaku’s celebration. Simply badass.