When Enrique Ponce stepped on the sand of El Puerto at eight o'clock in the afternoon, a slight smile appeared in his tense gesture. Success, victory, glory conquered in the reward of returning. Five months of hard fighting, strict rehabilitation against catastrophic knee and clock. At 48, 30 alternative and 5,000 bulls lying down, America surrendered, Spain seduced, nothing to gain and everything to lose, Ponce radiated the inner satisfaction that flooded the stomach of butterflies.

The return of the fiery Minivauro de Chiva, the quiet man who lives in the veteran bullfighter, moved as the soundtrack that floated in his room at the Monasterio: Throw of years ("Through the years") hotel, by Kenny Rogers, defined the intimate moment of the reappearance before leaving for the Real Plaza. What did he expect with his summer crackling.

The Buenos Aires thing sounded clamorous to feel the teacher standing. Which sheathed in the same white and jet terno of the unfortunate March 18, thanked with a huge hug. Not even the compasses of the previous Spanish Anthem, as a celebration of the miraculous inauguration of the season in El Puerto, were so excited: the miracle of Ponce and the miracle that there were finally bulls coming together .

Osadio , number 124 of the beautiful, even and tight run of Juan Pedro Domecq, was chosen within the EP ball to formalize his return. Low, black, bewitched, he finished off, pushed by the inertia in the cape burladero, and the pod of the left python was split and the right one was cut off. Where it was overcome in the well-flown veronica that acquired its left-handed fullness. Like the middle or the feet away together. And, nevertheless, the task advanced, by the right hand he gave the rhythm and continuity to a stingy journey. Of more repetition than generosity. Always inside still obeying the touches. A test. That he physically surpassed with positive sensations and moments of touch that traced a couple of disasters. The musicians precipitated the interpretation of the Mission BSO. Ponce hurried even what was not in the leathery juampedro. But the sword sank down the soft ones.

Fantasia , the chestnut and short room of Juan Pedro, who had been asking for caresses, was pregnant with the yearned class. And Enrique Ponce rocked him in a sea of ​​silk, in a swell of them. That brought the quality of the bull in a rising tide, under the measures of the Aranjuez Concert . Ponce passed out the crutches, his entire figure, the infinite naturalness. The temple of always, the music in your wrists. A symphony of the extraterrestrial east on earth. That genuflexo carried luck on his reconstructed knee in reckless circular inverters. Madness invaded the Port of Santa Maria through bulerías. The unleashed asylum began to ask for the forgiveness of Fantasy's life and its spilled quality. And Ponce went on and on with the poems, abandoned but in order to conquer his pardon number 53. The volcano exploded against the box. Who gave up his orange scarf. Before all controversy to use, glory to Enrique Ponce . To a vintage bullfighter, reborn from his ashes. To continue breaking records and making history. The Chota Minotaur has returned. The walk of the two symbolic ears was a delirium. As if it sounded again Over the years . And they go ... By a laying down his little daughter Bianca descended as if it were a celestial apparition.

He gave nothing to Morante de la Puebla a colorado who looked for his shoes under the hood, unruly and quarrelsome. A punch to the law fixed the body but not the will to move forward. He squeezed Carter at the exit of a pair until he threw the barrier in agony. The defeat that split the boards did not reach the good silver bullfighter for thousandths. That fell badly. He couldn't even get up between barriers. When everything pointed to the brevity, Morante made guts heart and considerable effort, looking for the turns in round fiber, packaging and outburst. He did not give even a fifth meek that completed the most beautiful and rotten lot. Now José Antonio did throw in the middle street: the people did not understand it and Troy burned in a huge row.

With a lunge of book José María Manzanares burst to number 19. From that brutal blow the dead bull came out dead. That he plowed his thing from beginning to end. He knocked down the crush of Francisco de María until he fell down. And galloped on flags for joy and enjoyment of Suso. Manzanares linked voltaic batches of electric rights. Three thrilling rounds. Among others, their own voices and complicated balances. The left of the juampedro released poison. Tralla and bolts. So the closing was where it belonged, and the temperament more spent. Then came the deadly steel and the ear that dictates its law.

To say goodbye to the evening, a sixth category and velvet bottom jumped like a brooch. José María Manzanares played Orobroy piano version. But the task of compass was not spread: everything is like a continuous effort in which, every so often, Manzanares seems to fall. Again the sword as a mask. Another ear to the law of his sword. To accompany one Enrique Ponce on his shoulders. A phenomenon without expiration date .

JUAN PEDRO DOMECQ

Enrique Ponce, Morante de la Puebla and José María Manzanares

Bullring of El Puerto. Saturday, August 10, 2019. Season opening. Three long entry rooms. Bulls by Juan Pedro Domecq , even and beautiful; of extraordinary class the pardoned 4th; sticky the 1st; grabbed the 2nd floor; encased the 3rd, complicated by the left the 5th; remarkable the 6th.

Enrique Ponce, in white and jet . Half lunge low (greetings). In the room, two symbolic ears. He left on his shoulders.

Morante de la Puebla, turkey blue and gold . Prick and a half lunge (greetings). In the fifth, prick and short lunge (anger).

José María Manzanares, pearl gray and jet . Big lunge (ear). In the sixth, lunged in the fate of receiving (ear). He left on shoulders with Ponce.

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Substitutions Juli and Cayetano, by Roca Rey in Bilbao