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A goal is scored and the stadium roars. “The Final Countdown” booms from the speakers. The fans haven’t stopped cheering - not even during the 15-minute break - and, whatever the result, will not stop bouncing.

This is our club, not just of Vallekas but from Vallekas. Independent of Madrid, left-wing in a right-wing city, against the demise of football, pro-immigration and beautiful football from start to finish.

Welcome to the Pride of Vallekas, a blog that will feature news, insights, pictures and more.

With a lightning bolt in our logo, Republican ideals in our hearts and freedom in our souls, we are the last of the barrio teams.

And the fans will not stop bouncing.

On September the 21st, 2015, I posted an article on BackPageFootball entitled Rayo Vallecano – The minnows defying the script. (Read it here). Ever since then, Rayo have been relegated, survived a relegation battle, have sent back a player they had loaned within a day, and for some dumb reason Raúl Martín Presa is still in charge.

I want to write about Rayo. I want to write about its history, its famous players and its struggles. I want to write about the football and the board, the politics and the fans, the players and the coaches. But more importantly, I want to give my take on the day-to-day coverage.

This is that blog. Rayo, plus the untold stories of Spanish football.

And while it's daily, on some days, I will write as much as this page. On some days, I'll probably just link to a post I wrote somewhere else. On some days, I won't write at all.

But bear with me - I'll try my very very very best.

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