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Roberto Trashorras - the pre-Rayo story (29th June, 2017)

Trashorras took his first steps in Barcelona back in 1996, when he was only 14 years old. He recalls living in a flat of four in La Masia because it was only at the age of 18 that players were allowed to look for a flat of their own. His eight years there coincided with Guardiola, De la Peña, Puyol, Reina, Valdés and Iniesta.

On August 8, 2001 he made his first team debut with Rexach in a Champions League qualifying match against Wisła Kraków. It was 86 minutes when he entered the field for Luis Enrique, the current coach of Barcelona. A few days after that European experience, on October 7, 2001, Trashorras made his league debut against Deportivo, this time entering the field in the 68th minute for Alfonso Pérez.

His time at Real Madrid coincided with Arbeloa and Beckham, but he didn't get any first team opportunities for two years there - despite helping Real Madrid B to a promotion to the Segunda.

After eight years at Barcelona and two at Real Madrid, Roberto Trashorras was at a crossroads. He was 24, unemployed and forgotten. Barcelona had picked him up from boyhood club Racing Vilalbés at the age of 14, and his resemblance to Juan Sebastián Verón earned him the nickname la brujita del mini. He had started out as a striker but was converted to a playmaker by Barcelona B coach Quique Costas due to his knack of assisting goals.

However, after just two first team opportunities, and a Jorge Valdano-influenced move to Real Madrid resulted in two dull seasons at Real Madrid Castilla left Roberto in serious doubts. Racing Vilalbés, his boyhood club, would take him back in a heartbeat.

But it was Numancia, in the Segunda, who saved what could have become a forgotten career. It was in Soria where he showed his ability to dictate games. Even though he played just 12 league games, his quality was clear.

From 2006-08 he played with Las Palmas. That summer he had offers from different foreign teams, but his desire to stay in Spanish soccer led him to the Canary Island club. His passing and service to strikers was well remembered, especially his connection with Marcos Márquez.

Las Palmas never tabled a renewal offer, and out of the many offers he received the chance to return to his native Galicia enticed him the most, and Balaídos was graced with the pass-master from 2008 to 2011. At this time his performances were catching the attention of international clubs, especially Qatari clubs. During the 2009-10, he had his best season, scoring nine goals in 38 matches and helping the Galicians to the quarter-finals of the Copa del Rey, where they were valiantly ousted by eventual finalists Atlético Madrid (2–1 on aggregate, with the player netting in the first leg in Madrid in a 1–1 draw).

Trashorras, after deciding to terminate his five-year contract with Celta after three fruitful seasons there, took up one of many offers from La Liga teams. He signed for Rayo Vallecano.

And the rest is history.

He was the best passer in La Liga from 2013-16, and the best passer in the Segunda this season - and that really says it all...




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