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From the fifth tier to the first - Sergio Pachón. And more on Fuenlabrada (3rd July, 2017)

They called him el ultrahéroe de Vallecas at Rayo. In hell, he was their ray of hope.

Born in Madrid, Pachón started his career in the fifth division of Spanish football, playing for Rayo Alúa in the 1995-96 season. He went on to play for Parla in the Tercera for the following two season, and was signed by Segunda club Leganés.

After helping the club retain their division two status, in 2000 he moved to La Liga outfit Real Valladolid. He would go on to play 31 games in his first year and 24 in the 2002–03 campaign, but only seven in the other two seasons combined. Failing to make an impact, he was released in January 2004 and moved to Segunda outfit Getafe, proving an essential offensive unit in the club's first ever promotion to the top division - on 19 June, he scored all five goals in the decisive 5–3 away win against Tenerife. He was mainly used as a substitute in the following three seasons and also helping the side to the 2007 final of the Copa del Rey.

Immediately after playing the 2007 cup final, Sergio dropped down to the Segunda B and helped Rayo Vallecano to promotion in his first season, scoring 16 goals. He finished the following year with nine goals as the team overachieved for a final fifth place. He would go on to play for Cádiz in the 2010-11 season in the Segunda B, and then helped Fuenlabrada to a Segunda B promotion in 2012. He stayed at the club till 2016, before retiring.

His heart belonged to Getafe, even as he belonged to Rayo fans' hearts. He returned to the club as a part of the technical staff of the youth teams in 2016.




On 17 March 2013, without even having appeared for the reserves, Isi was called up by first-team manager Paco Jémez for a La Liga away game against Barcelona, starting on the bench and being assigned number 39: with the game at 3-1 for the hosts he entered the field in the 85th minute, thus becoming the club's youngest player ever to appear in an official match, at the age of 17 years and 140 days*.

Born in Madrid, Isi played for ever youth team at local Rayo Vallecano. He was promoted to the under-19 side for the 2012-13 season. However, Embarba's second cousin signed for Fuenlabrada in 2016 due to a lack of first opportunities - in his first season, he has played just 915 minutes.

*His record was surpassed by 32 days by Joni Montiel, who made his debut against Real Madrid.



After relegation from the Segunda B with Valladolid B in 2000, Rubén Sanz joined Langreo in the Tercera, with whom he achieved successive promotion and relegation to and from the Segunda B in 2002 and 2003 respectively. With nowhere to go, Sanz joined Alcorcón in 2003.

He is the Alcorcón player with the most appearances - he has 432 competitive appearances for the club. And it's not even close - in second is Nagore with a 184 and in third is Sergio Mora with 180.

He played for the club till 2016, helping the club reach the Segunda and challenge for La Liga promotion in 2013. His departure for Fuenlabrada for this season has helped the Segunda B outfit challenge for promotion, and has seen Alcorcón struggle to survive.



Rubén Sanz is currently joined by another Rubén - Rubén Anuarbe - the left-back who has been playing at Fuenlabrada since 2012, signed from Alcorcón.



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