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Silly Season is back! (13th January, 2018)

I remember doing a Silly Season accumulator series on this blog and it ended up being a long, long list of rumors that made no sense when put together.

So, instead, given that I promised more Rayo coverage on this blog, here is the latest news:

  • According to multiple sources Rayo's priorities are a deep-lying midfielder (pivote) and a winger.

  • Rayo have been repeatedly linked with Getafe's out-of-favor midfielder Mehdi Lacen. However, Markel Bergara's injury has given Mehdi game time, so the operation may be difficult.

  • Francisco Cerro was signed this summer, but has since reportedly declined an offer from Lorca. Cerro would prefer to try to continue fighting for minutes in the Rayo.

  • Coke Andújar, former Rayo youth product, was linked with Rayo, but has instead joined Levante in La Liga.

  • San Fernando's 20-year-old striker Chris Ramos was linked with Rayo, but has joined Real Valladolid instead.

  • Former Rayo player Emiliano Armenteros is out-of-favor at Santos Laguna, and has been linked with the club he helped to the top flight in 2011.

  • Málaga's Youssef En-Nesyri is looking to make the Morocco World Cup squad. He was linked originally with Rayo but is looking at other opportunities too.

  • Lass Bangoura is looking to leave - and Western Sydney Wanderers are interested in signing him.

  • Joaquín Larrivey has been linked with a move to Spain, with Rayo Vallecano, Leganés, Las Palmas and Levante all interested. However, the striker, who has scored 19 goals in 38 games for JEF United, is very happy at the club, according to his agent Daniel dos Reis. He says that the striker is very comfortable in Asia and just had his first daughter there too.

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