The rain fell on the sound of the bugles and carpeted the promenade appeasing the wind. Inside was waiting a lady from Fuente Ymbro, tremendously curdled, serious and old, almost all in her fifties, whole black and armed like a regiment of lancers. After 13 minutes of 7 in the afternoon, a bull of imposing trapío trapío, traught and turned on its terrifying head the disheveled body of Adrián de Torres.

Torres had girded himself by chicuelinas in the remove without caring, or without measuring, all the times that in the greeting the beast had gotten inside him by the right python. And on that side he turned it over, cradling it, with the added luck that the cape wrapped his body. That fell against the arena with thunderous violence. AdT did not care about the mishap or the box of bombs that hung from that fateful horn to put again and again with the crutch in his right hand. It was one choke after another with a heartbeat. And, if at first the bull swallowed one or two, it ended up becoming impossible. He insisted – between some respite on that left side of lost zeal – until he caught it again with a tenacious viciousness, escaping on the ground between the fierce antlers of pure miracle. When he again started to try to say goodbye to manoletinas, people told him that it was enough, that he did not want heart attacks or major damage. A tremendous sword to the encounter put an end to that Homeric feat that had begun with chills and statuary. He asked for the ear with the charge of the epic, but stayed in a lap with the old weight of the Madrid awards.

From heart attack to heart attack he walked the afternoon: with the oldest bull of all the cinqueños, one month and nine days of the six years, Juan Leal wanted to start work on his knees on the irrigation mouth. He refused the fountain, which had been bully and distracted until that moment. Since then the distractions prevailed, the face in the hands, the cowardice. JL all he got was, finally, the prologue of fennel but in the third and get close to the brave bug of uncertain shrinkage and cross attacks pregnant with resignations.

Another bull with the tattered expression of the years was the third, who dug like the whole bullfight but unlike all of it humiliated like no other. And that was the key but not only: he also responded with fixity, nobility and travel for his good right python. Leo Valadez, who had squandered eye-catching in the removal by gallosinas in the Spanish fixation of his Mexican origin in Ortiz. Valadez, in addition to tempering from the starting doubloons, was embedded and very intelligent in the administration of the few background of the best bull. Of the four necessarily short sets of long crutches, the third and fourth gained depth. The final by kneeling manoletinas raised everything, together with a lunge to full card -somersault included-, until the apotheosis of the coveted trophy.

Adrián de Torres returned from the infirmary with various bruises to take charge of the very deep room. It was not worth the bull of Gallardo, one of the two cuatreños of the shipment. Lacking power and race – common denominator – he defended himself more than he surrendered. Without malice but with a lackluster defeat. The firmness of the linarense was again evident along with his intuited Thomistic concept in a long work of wills. He poked it and heard a warning.

Juan Leal had as fifth a well-made bull of no bad intention. Both the chaotic start of knees for changed and the task sought more the emotion of offering than that of bringing out the virtues -mostly on his left- of the onslaught on the defects. He caught him when he went in to kill to rip off his head. Which fortunately remained in place.

Valadez put everything in favor of work with a very tight remove by zapopinas with the sixth, which pointed notes of hope. But a crash against the boards in flags afflicted him completely. The Mexican was tempered, again.

Postscript: Rafael González and Curro Javier struggled with teaching; Also silver there are masters.

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MONUMENTAL OF LAS VENTAS. Sunday, May 21, 2023. Eleventh fair. Three-quarter entrance. Bulls of Fuente Ymbro; four Cinqueños and two Cuatreños (4th and 5th); very serious in their different workmanships; diggers, unbreeded; complicated the 1st; the good 3rd had good right python; They scored 5th and 6th.

ADRIÁN DE TORRES, in pale pink and gold. Lunge to the meeting. Notice (request and return); puncture and lunge pass. Warning (silence)

JUAN LEAL, in turkey blue and gold. Half lunge pierced and hairless (silence); thrust. Warning (silence).

LEO VALADEZ, bottle green and gold. Corner lunge (ear); Corner Lunge (Palmas)

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