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450 dedicated Rayo fans (8th March, 2017)

This weekend, 450 fans** will make the 655 kilometer journey from Rayo to Cádiz to see a team that has won just once in the last eleven games, with the worst away record in the league (5 points from 13 games), and with institutional chaos at both sporting and non-sporting levels play a team that is placed fifth in the league even though it was just promoted. Those fans are also expected to make the long trips to Numancia and Girona too - on consecutive weekends as well.

To be fair, no fans can beat Cádiz fans - 2000 of them came to Vallekas in the reverse fixture and saw their team get drubbed 3-0*.

Also, it seems like the relegation battle is becoming worse - in terms of head-to-head, Rayo has already lost to Almeria and Mirandés, and ties with Mallorca.

Paco Jémez just did an interview with Marca (read it here), where he stated his belief that both his former clubs, Rayo and Córdoba, would survive despite their difficult positions and would try next season to get promoted. Yesterday I did a piece on Marca and propaganda - I'm tempted to say they're not even trying. I mean how does a 150 word article even constitute an article?

Speaking of interviews and Marca, Embarba did an interview that was really interesting, where he put the blame on the players and said that the coaches were not to blame (here).

*Given the good relationship between both clubs, especially the left-wing ultras, I plan to write a few posts in the coming days about that, so look out for those - including stories about how the Bukaneros actually originated from Cádiz.

**Just found out that this was the maximum quota provided for Rayo fans, so basically there cannot possibly be more Rayo fans at the stadium - unless....

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