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Tell Rayo fans why... (3rd March, 2017)

Tell Rayo fans why their stadium has no light,
With leaks in the plumbing and grass in the seats,
Tell Rayo fans why ten of them can't enter the stadium,
For expressing a view different from the elites.

Tell Rayo fans why millions were spent,
On a sporting project that was doomed to fail,
Tell Rayo fans why after winning three leagues,
The women's team is now looking pale.

Tell Rayo fans why both players and staff,
Have been signing fake contracts - being basically used,
Tell Rayo fans why one of their official peñas,
Has been ordered that the club badge be removed.

Tell Rayo fans why the budgets are late and poor,
With excuses like "the spreadsheet added badly",
Tell Rayo fans why after everything that has happened,
You can still say you are our President. Gladly.

I hope you enjoyed that little poem. 

In other news, Marca screenshots transfermarkt.com to show the possible destinations of Roman Zozulya, ruling out former club Dnipro whose transfer market shut yesterday. (Read it here). After meeting with José Lorenzo (Zozulya's agent), Rayo have agreed to extend the deadline and allowed him to train with Betis until further meetings.

Also, if Roberto Trashorras plays against Reus Deportiu, he will join an exclusive club of 200-games-played-for-Rayo, joining the following people: Michel, Felines, Alcázar, Uceda, Bordons, Anero, Piti, De Quintana, Amaya, Bolo, Potele, Aráez, Morón, Albiol and Coke.

What. A. Legend.

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