At the beginning of the bullfight, the final stretch of the Fair, the news was in the sky (not because of NASA and the UFOs): it was not raining and also it was not threatening to do so, unlike many previous afternoons. A poster of those that many give for qualifying as “filler” in such a long serial was announced and public attendance dropped. But the fans were very aware that the livestock, Santiago Domecq, could offer reasons for interest. And to faith that there were, also on behalf of the bullfighters. So much so that it does not seem an exaggeration to describe it as the bullfight of the fair (for now, of course).
Interest like that of the one who opened the square, with terrifying defenses and with the breed as the flag (he entered the horse twice, tearing off long. In front of him the Mexican Arturo SaldÃvar and merit had what he did or tried to do. Even more after a hair-raising somersault when he tried to spear with the cape behind his back. The entire task, from the beginning in the middle and on his knees, was a give and take between a bull that the bullfighter was wrong (in the quote, in the placement… ) did for him. SaldÃvar, at times, managed to direct the attacks and there were long and tight crutches, especially when they hit the right python. The final ovation he received -also the bull in the drag- did justice to both.
The same people who had rightly applauded the previous three protested the presence of the fourth, which it is true was detracted not only in terms of the pitons. The bull had more genius than caste and SaldÃvar faced him with commendable decision. In the media he built a task from less to more that he ended up breaking into resounding olés in a long, tight, deep series. And, already in the third, three superb naturals. Pity was that, as it happened in the first of him, the lunge fell low. Ovation to the bull in the drag and stingy silence for an Arturo SaldÃvar who put everything into the stake
Breed in abundance also had the first from Fernando Adrián, who was not far behind either. The bullfighter did not take a step back and that is already a what. All firmness, from the initial statutory, although the work was irregular and somewhat scattered, with moments in which the bull asked for more submission than the one that Adrián achieved with his crutch. He killed effectively, handkerchiefs came out and a rather generous ear fell, but the bullfighter, aware like no one else of what he had swallowed, proudly walked around the ring.
With the large door ajar, Fernando Adrián greeted the fifth with sets of feet together and left to toast the public when he took the crutch. He fell to his knees and passed it twice behind his back, changing the way and in this way he continued to run his hand naturally. Standing, also the crutch on the left, two series in which the bull charged in a big way. The round ones kept the bar but, once again, it was the natural ones, so long, so tied, the ones that raised clamors, also the sovereign doubloons below. A metisaca and a lunge going in to die. The bull rolled as fighting bulls die and, just as the metisaca, handkerchiefs surfaced on the lines and in the box as well, one white, ear for the bullfighter, and another blue, prize for a bull back in the ring, Happy for a good name, which made everyone happy.
Ãlvaro Lorenzo is a young bullfighter, with fine manners, who already knows what it is to succeed in Madrid. The third in the afternoon he also wore two hangers and from the beginning he did not aim to be like the previous two. But, thanks to the bullfighter, when they reached the crutch, he offered attacks that allowed Lorenzo to fight with good expression. Well round, better natural. It happened that the bullfight lessened in intensity and everything faded until the final silence for the bullfighter… and an ovation for the bull.
The fight by Curro Javier was applauded as it deserved, what a great bullfighter! in the third of banderillas of the sixth and also the pairs that Raúl Ruiz stepped on and both dismounted. And Ãlvaro Lorenzo toasted the public. At the natural second the bull lifted him off the ground and flew through the air. He got up in pain, half his face red from the bull’s blood, and he continued fighting without an extra gesture. Bullfighters are like that. The bull lowered the note somewhat from all the previous ones but Ãlvaro Lorenzo got a series of three naturals and one breasted, sovereign. He brought out a sometimes cold bullfighter, rushed the attacks and gave himself up in the lunge. The ear request was left halfway.
Fernando Adrián was carried on their shoulders through the Puerta Grande and on his face, the joy of triumph. And bullfighting in glory.