"Davide means “beloved” in Hebrew, and many kings have had your name. Seeing all your friends here to show their affection for you, I believe that this is truly your name. Davide, you are simple, direct, pragmatic. With your deep gaze, you are able to get inside people and stay there. You are the one who, even without knowing languages well, is able to talk to all of us. You have always spoken from the heart and kept us united. You are the one who scolds the younger ones and keeps the older ones together. You have the gift of the universal language of the heart, a gift given to only a select few. Your parents should know that they did not put a foot wrong with you; you are the son and brother that everyone would want to have if they could choose. You are the best teammate anyone could wish for. We cannot forget your laughter and the way you joked with all of us. You, who liked to call yourself a world-famous designer and footballer in your spare time, are in fact football itself, the pure football of children. Our thoughts today go out to all those closest to you. The task of all those who will remain closest to your daughter will be to tell her who Davide was, a man with a capital M."