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The Rayo aficionado: "Obviously, this project is about interviewing Rayo fans. And obviously, this project is about bringing Rayo fans from around the world together...But this project is also about building this profile of the Rayo fan, capturing local and international similarities and differences in thought"


The Rayo Vallecano A-Z guide: Do you want to become a Rayo fan, or at least find out the tenets of Rayo Vallecano? In dire circumstances, when the big clubs don't satiate your appetite, this guide can be prescribed to indoctrine help non-Rayo-believers convert to Rayo-hood.
Addition edition: Learn more about the most inspired signings to have graced the club, but also for the most underrated ones - for even at an underrated club such as Rayo Vallecano, some players can go under the radar.
A is for Alcorcón
B is for Barcelona
C is for Celta de Vigo → Part 1 | Part 2
D is for David Aganzo
E is for Espanyol
F is for Fuenlabrada
G is for Gerhard Poschner
H is for Hernández. Máximo Hernández
I is for Iriney Santos
J is for Jaén. Real Jaén
K is for Kazan. Rubin Kazan
L is for Leganés
L is for Linares
M is for Mérida
N is for Nieto and Nacho
O is for Oviedo. Real Oviedo → Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
P is for Porto
Q is for Quintas. Hugo Álvarez Quintas

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