[HIGHLIGHTS] Morante de la Puebla explodes against the box of Seville: "You have no shame"

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 José Antonio Morante shone differently with a hat of Olga Jiménez berreón, who had rammed straight aborting veronicas; On the right had fallen a couple of silky lances of packing and garbo.