The road this month went like this: down to Elche on the twenty-third of August, home twice, up the coast to Valencia on the sixth of September, back to Valencia a week later for Levante, home for Racing Santander at the Spotify Camp Nou, and then Seville on the nineteenth. The roads in these rows cover three corners of the map, with the same city visited twice in eight days — which is the kind of itinerary that either grinds a squad down or welds it together. Judging by the scorelines, this one welded.
Start at the beginning, because the beginning was loud. Elche away, five-nil. Four days later, Athletic Club at home, two-nil. Then Rayo Vallecano at home, five-two — seven goals in a home week and two of them at the wrong end. Then the trip up the east coast: Valencia, away, five-nil, a second five-nil on the road in a fortnight. Then Levante, away, four-two, at the Estadi Ciutat de València — the named venue for the second of those two visits to the city. Then Racing Santander at the Spotify Camp Nou, seven-two, which is the biggest scoreline in these rows. Then Seville, away, three-one at the Estadio Ramón Sánchez Pizjuán, and the run closed with the hardest-looking fixture of the run handled with a week's rest worth of fuss.
Only one of the afternoons in these rows was close enough to spend any time thinking about — the four-two at Levante, where the scoreline suggests things were briefly interesting — and every one of the seven was won by at least two goals. Two five-nils away from home say something about what the away dressing rooms of Elche and Valencia felt like in August and September.
By the numbers — La Liga: 1st · 7 played · 7-0-0 · 31-7 · 21 pts · form WWWWW. All data from ScoreCrowd's match records, retrieved 24 September 2026.
Now the miles, properly. Elche is down on the south-east coast. Seville is deep in the south. Valencia sits halfway up the east coast and this team has been there twice in one week — the sixth at Valencia, the thirteenth at Levante — before turning around for home and then going south again. Every away day this season sits in the south or on the east coast — nobody has been sent north yet.
The longer rows in the file reward a look too, because last season's ledger is almost as good. The fifth of October 2025: a one-four at Sevilla that stands out like a stone in a shoe. Then the twenty-first of December: two-nil away at Villarreal, and after that the rows follow one after another: three-nil at home to Levante, four-one at home to Villarreal, one-nil away at Athletic Club, five-two at home to Sevilla, one-nil at home to Rayo Vallecano, four-one at home to Espanyol, two-nil away at Getafe, two-one away at Osasuna, two-nil at home to Real Madrid on the tenth of May, three-one at home to Real Betis. Two defeats sit in those thirteen rows of last season, and the second was the last row of all: one-three away at Valencia on the twenty-third of May.
Which makes the return to Valencia on the sixth of September feel like a receipt: five-nil, away, same city as the last league defeat. Football keeps a strange diary.
What is next is not in the data here yet — the competitions list says La Liga and the UEFA Champions League, so this is where the writing stops and the waiting starts. These scorelines are the kind that get quoted at people all winter, and the roads in them have run in one direction only. This season, so far as the rows tell it, belongs to the south.