When at 18.30 p.m. the joyful fluttering of the bugles sounded and the lock of the gate was heard like a hammer blow that crushed its flight, Morante de la Puebla dazzled the same 40-degree sun.
At 18.48 MdlP shone differently with a hat of Olga Jiménez berreón, who had rammed straight to the left, aborting veronicas. At 19.46 he raised his mount in the temple of bullfighting and moments later it melted genuflected with the dream onslaught.