Honda the frustration that Jandilla's run has produced, from which a lot was anticipated and who has mentioned virtually nothing. Well-presented bulls, with lovely builds, however with unhappiness of their guts and little courageous blood of their veins. All the grace they confirmed when leaving the pigsties quickly became that ugliness that meekness produces in horses or the shortage of life within the face of deception. There are few photographs as unedifying as that of a bull nodding on the breastplate in an excessive try to take away the rod from its again and flee in the direction of the longed-for pasture. And what a disappointment is that bull that reaches the crutch like a soul in ache, that passes however doesn’t assault, with out greed, with out humiliation and with out give up.
A bullfight, in brief, to be forgotten about which a lot was mentioned and which she has mentioned so little when she had the chance to take action.
And what issues are: there was a bull that did, who stepped out of line and needed to revive the status of his household. It was the third, who got here like a bullet to the breastplate from the center, put his face in, unbalanced the horse, and the picador Manuel J. Ruiz Román was barely in a position to keep up, who was helped by Manzanares to regain verticality when he was about to of falling headlong into the albero. The bull thought twice earlier than returning to the second match, however he did so with pleasure, the identical with which he went to the banderilleros assembly.
Tomas Rufo toasted the group, and the environment was full of that palpable feeling that one thing massive was in sight. So a lot in order that the younger bullfighter caught his knees within the center and cited Zacateca, that was the title of the bull, whom he muttered together with his proper hand and closed the spherical of kneeling with an thrilling chest cross simply because it started. to play the music. As I mentioned, the prelude to an enormous process.
But lo and behold, though Rufo had all of the elements, a saddled bull, a devoted viewers and a spirited band, it was not his day. He didn’t present him with the mandatory inspiration, and regardless of his good disposition, his dedication and dedication, he didn’t totally perceive the animal, which he repeated with chaste, vigor and a contact of aggression. Rufo tried it, particularly on the fitting aspect, and his work mixed some lengthy muletazos, together with two pure tempers, however bull and bullfighter didn’t get alongside and there was not that connection vital for victory. Because? Mysteries of bullfighting. The expectation was maintained till the top, however the rigidity decreased, and the phantasm deflated till the ultimate puncture.
The remainder of the celebration had no historical past. Well, we must ask Manzanares why he let himself go on the primary of the afternoon, meek like his brothers, however very noble within the last third, which got here and went with out pleasure however with continuity. Meanwhile, the bullfighter supplied a picture of worrying conformism, of inexplicable apathy, as if he had no curiosity in anyway. Come on, Manzanares was with out being in it.
And now it's over. Neither the fourth, nor the 2 from Talavante nor the primary from Rufo gave any choices, standing nonetheless, uninteresting, with out race and with out life.
Jandilla / Manzanares, Talavante, Rufo
Bulls of Jandilla -the fourth, of Vega nerve– nicely offered and superbly made, tame, bland and modest; courageous and profitable the third.
José María Manzanares: thrust (ovation); two jabs and counter lunge (silence).
Alejandro Talavante: thrust (silence); again lunge (silence).
Tomas Rufus: prick and thrust fall (ovation); fall lunge (ovation).
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