Three bullfighters lay on the shoulders of capitalists and fans, and the feeling that a lot has happened in the stands remained. The party is diverse and wonderful, sometimes infuriating, other times fascinating. Joy today, shadow tomorrow. There is no continuity solution.
And things definitely happened because Horned by Victoriano del Río, with varying degrees of courage, chastity, and even meekness, he had a history of placing the arguments of the three swords and bringing out the maximum possible brilliance. Except for closure, only one: Disorganized presentation. Between the wasted second saved only by the face and the serious fifth that should set the desired bar. But you know this is said and written in black on white, knowing that the sardines for the grouper will be shoved back inside us.
While man lives with contradictions (and of course the bullfighter too), Julián López has shown the two sides of the found paradox. He perfectly understood his two opponents from start to finish. To the one who opened the celebration, he tied a bouquet of temperate veronicas for auction with a sock, then took out the por chicuelinas and tafaleras of the good son, toasted the people, bent down to soften the horn and take his place and pulse, and tied to the right rather than to the natural, to the animal’s shed leaves in an elegant technique where it is used less often, decorated with pinwheels and some rounds. Maybe a little cold, but almost flawless. And after charging half a thrust with a rapid effect, he insisted on hitting the animal’s nose with continuous taps with the tip of the essence. Then, to counter the whistles from the impatient crowd, he tried to provoke a false applause, which was not real, at the animal’s brave suffering. A mission that could (and should) have been rewarded left the third with an icy greeting. It’s unusual for El Juli to be caught up in these outbursts of vulgarity.
No one paid a penny for the room. Abanto, a backup from the first third, Julián began leaning at mid-height to manage the animal’s distance and attack. The first half of the mission had hardly any repercussions, but he then took a right-handed turn, dropping his flannel on his face and combining his long right hands with a hammer, a capstan, and two chest hits that aroused the public. plunged into the digestion of sumptuous snacks. This was followed by another series of long and deep natures, followed by some circular ones in the vicinity and the last luquesins that had a potent effect before receiving a sword blow (some call it “julipié”), adding the double cup that opened the great door to him.
Tomás Rufo should value the team he leads from the very beginning. Make two-thirds of the banderillas curled and rounded. First of all, what a personality Fernando Sánchez is. When they ask you where is the secret of bullfighting, show them how this man moves in the arena, how he walks with the bulls, his willingness to exist regardless of where he is. No empty gestures, no annoying slurs. Effective and solvent. Classic and different. Pure bullfighting.
Rufo took advantage of the flame lit by his people in banderillas to give Victoriano del Río’s bull a dominating right-hand lap to his knees. Long, connected and deep. The first series, already upright on the same python, was also important, but the next time it was noticed that the horn was losing steam. Some locals came out with pulse and harmony, but the echo in the lines came with luquesinas and final rudeness. The public strongly demanded the second ear. The presidency disagreed, strictly considering the effective move, but it eventually fell through. It’s called “good luck” for a reason.
The bullfighter from Talavera de la Reina breastfed the black chickpea in sixth place. He already handled the horse and did not want a fight or was used. There was little left to come close without worry and get another sword strike that was disproportionate and effective again. Ear and big door.
Why did we leave Roca Rey for last? For among those who set foot on the ground of the bullfighting Olympus, no one like him would do it more powerfully. The second of the celebration was as brash as the pythons but so exhausted that it took a batch and a half to measure his pulse and distance. A “privileged” skull, as repeated in the mouth of a drunkard in Valle-Inclán’s Luces de Bohemia. As Mansito tended to come off the crutch, he took a step to strike the next, thus performing three sets of enormous right hands with a low hand and superior control. Naturally, the horned man had already searched the tables and fled the fight. Vertical move and ear of law.
The fifth, joined by Jara, showed great enthusiasm and coal from his departure. She tight veronicas and she pulled out for a good stocking. Jara pushed with his kidneys in one punch, and then a kick by the Peruvian bullfighter, chicuelinas and tafalleras, went very close and ripped out many people’s throats. He offered the task to the respected person and bowed to him, kneeling to indicate who was in charge there. But the important bull did not even make a single trip. Bravura has these complications. Faced with the stupidity of many bland attacks, Jara’s was something else. King Rock put his crutch against his face once more and waited for the long journey to last. There was no ceasefire. The bullfighter knew this, who didn’t see it so easily with the flannel in zocata. He got on the crutch again, and the strength, the lowered hand, the submission came back. How we love combining these names that refer to a brave bull! How vulgar expressions such as caring about attacks, squeezing out trips, taking advantage of the animal’s passing… Unless it’s obvious that there can’t be anyone down there if the bull isn’t showing the emotion. Bullfighting is nothing if there is no suspense from the epic and no subsequent lyrical miracle. That’s why figures like Roca Rey shine so brightly in episodes like this. One who has the ability to dominate, to subdue, to impose valor, to conquer the animal’s will and force it to go where it does not want; I insist that the scepter of the chosen has touched anyone with the mind and heart to perform this miracle. To this day, power and glory are his.
He also reminded Jara that no matter how hard he thought he had stepped on Olympus, he would not be comfortable on his laurels and overconfidence could pay the price in the face of a brave bull. It didn’t get any worse, but in one slip, Roca Rey came out hugging. He raised his right hand and showed once again why he was here, this time with chest circular movements. A little crookedly he gave a warning before he could make an almost full move. The animal was hanged, the Peruvian did not want to risk the sharpness, and another warning fell. The crew didn’t help either, raising the bull when it first lay down. He sold his death dearly. The death of a brave bull.