Who knows if the sentimental future of football in Naples, after the fourth championship, will truly experience a 'pass to Kevin', like in a famous quote from the cult movie 'Home Alone'.

But certainly Kevin De Bruyne, the sumptuous Belgian midfielder, national team captain, for years at the tenacious feet of the Ballon d'Or, a Flemish from Drongen, 33 years old but with pristine glory, will have breathed in his home good memories of that famous De Bruyne namesake, first name Fred, who was a protagonist of Belgium's national sport - cycling - in the 50s/60s.

Yes, that Fred De Bruyne who brilliantly illuminated Italy itself, a sprinter and finisseur, triumphant in illustrious classics, having conquered Liège three times, Roubaix, Flanders... That De Bruyne who knew our roads as a foreigner, winning the 'Sanremo' in '56 in the 'Mercier' jersey, second to Magni..., and who in the following season would race in Fausto Coppi's group in an Italian team: 'Carpano - Coppi'.

His name was Fred, with a great smile, that Fred who was more carefree than Buscaglione or Bongusto, and after his competitive career and before becoming Freddy Maertens' sports director, he lived a brilliant commentator interlude: we remember him in an ideal tandem, in the good old days of Giro and May, where is spring?, with Adriano De Zan.

That Fred, who we don't believe is related to the messianic Kevin expected in Naples - he from Barlare, the other from Drongen, on opposite sides of East Flanders, with Ghent at the center - spent his last racing season in 1961 with 'Baratti - Milano', a popular chocolate industry from Turin and Savoy.

And who knows if the expected impact in Naples, where he also got married on the Amalfi Coast - pilot fish Dries Mertens, almost a Maertens - will be sweet or dark chocolate, that hazelnut so appreciated from 'Baratti-Milano', to be verified on the field. With the hope that the perhaps upcoming De Bruyne - with red hair, our friend Fred from the epic 'Flandria' years was instead blonde - will reveal himself with a curving shot, or the next assist, as intoxicating as a cherry praline.