Under the weight of Morante's hangover, which is like doing it behind God, Tomás Rufo went out to bullfight. That he descended to Seville from the sky of dreams to the land of realities – and this was a major merit – to unravel the Puerta del Príncipe for the second consecutive year.
In between a large lot of Jandilla, a brave run, the fair of good crafts and the cuatreños, TR, above the promise and what it can project, is already a reality.