On Saturday night, Real Racing Club de Santander, S.A.D. secured promotion back to La Liga after fourteen years away.
Photographer Ălvaro Varrager was in the middle of it all: crushed against barriers, camera shaking, supporters screaming in disbelief as results elsewhere swung in Racingâs favour in real time.
âIt was absolute madness,â he tells (A)WAY. âThere were ten minutes left and the stadium completely exploded.â

Born in Valladolid in 2000, he spent much of his childhood between Valladolid and Santander, growing up in the long shadow of the Messi and Cristiano era. Like most Spanish kids of that generation, he was pulled towards the glamour of Barça and Real Madrid, especially Ronaldinhoâs Barcelona. But the deeper connection always came from closer to home.
âIn Santander, that feeling of supporting your local club never disappeared,â he says. âEven when Racing were in the second division, the third division, almost the fourth, the city still stood behind them.â

His earliest memory of Racing is wonderfully simple: the green shirts. âGreen was my favourite colour as a kid,â he laughs. âSo before I even properly supported Barça, I already liked Racing Santander.â
That loyalty has been tested more than most. Racing are one of Spainâs historic clubs: founding members of the league, with 44 seasons in La Liga and UEFA Cup appearances behind them. But the last decade has been brutal. Relegations, financial collapse, near extinction. In 2014, supporters famously invaded the directorsâ box during a Copa del Rey protest against the clubâs ownership; a moment still etched into modern Spanish football folklore.

âThat feeling that the people themselves saved the club has marked this region forever,â he says.
Maybe that explains the atmosphere. Ask anyone whoâs been to El Sardinero recently and theyâll tell you the same thing: this doesnât feel like modern Spanish football in the polished, tourist-heavy sense. It feels raw. Collective. Proper.
âThereâs not another stadium in Spain like this one,â he says. âEveryone stands, everyone sings, everyone lives every second together.â
Saturdayâs scenes captured that perfectly. Racing needed to beat Real Valladolid, but they also needed UD AlmerĂa to slip up over 1,000 kilometres away. When Racing made it 3â1, the stadium still held its breath. Then news filtered through that UD Las Palmas had turned AlmerĂaâs game around within the space of two minutes.
Pandemonium.

âOne fan grabbed me by the neck and screamed: âTake photos! Take as many photos as you can! This is Cantabriaâs history.ââ
Next season will be difficult. The financial gap between Spainâs elite and everyone else grows wider every year. Survival alone would be a huge achievement. But thereâs a sense Racing might have something money canât manufacture: continuity, identity and genuine connection.
âThe managerâs been here for years. Most of the players have stayed together. The relationship with the fans is something I honestly havenât seen anywhere else in a long time.â
Whatever happens next, nobody in Santander really seems too concerned right now. After fourteen years away, Racing are back where they believe they belong. And for one night at least, football felt like it belonged to the people again.
Thanks to the great Mark Leech at OFFSIDE for introducing us to Varrager's work. Sign up for OFFSIDE's mailing list (in their footer).