When Madrid bristled with a standing ovation over El Cid , memories gathered in his eyes. Conquered glories and lost victories - only two Large Doors out of 8 possible -; his silk left and the flint victors; the black legend of the sword and the white legend of the baraka. Al Cid rammed all the encastes like no one and took advantage of them like no other. I just didn't kill them. Even a bull from Hernández Pla matched him. We still did not know who Manuel Jesus was beyond a Salteras boy who had fought, in one season, seven bullfights in Madrid. But we started to intuit it. Those wonderful years of the first decade of the 2000s gave us light and rope until 2007, the year of the great deed of Bilbao, zenith of his career, when the curve changed its trend ... To the point that in recent years 10 years his steps through Madrid were counted by bad drinks.

A huge banner of thanks remembered in the "7" its history and its label as "bullfighter of Madrid" . That brought him out to greet twice with an uncontrolled emotionality that would end up like the rosary of the dawn ... El Cid, alone in the ring, of mauve and gold, toured with his mound all the stretched out stands. I remembered then the names of the true men of El Cid: Ellauri and Tornay , the old and loyal proxies, who understood in time that their moment was over. With them, Manuel Jesus touched the sky and stepped on carpet. All the category places to which he has returned in this farewell tour have shown his affection. And your respect.

And so, at the death of the last of his life, Madrid pushed him to make an unusual return to the ring without anything happening. For so much longing and love accumulated so many years ago ... Other "bullfighters of Madrid" as Chenel or Curro Vázquez lived less friendly farewells. But it does not stop there. When the run came to an end, they lifted him on his shoulders, walked him in procession and took him out through the gang door with El Rosco wiping away tears in his satchel. Look, with all due respect, in 50 years seeing bulls in this square, I never attended anything similar. Not so sensibloid or so ridiculous. And I don't care that the same thing happened in Seville . Some will be comforted with the fact that they did not undertake the path of the Great Gate or that of the Prince. Do not kill me. There are facts that explain a profile or a story. With the bullfighter that is walking between yours and the warmth of the people. And I remember Antoñete again . In 75 and 85. Other times. One thinks of being sympathetic and they end up putting a bad coffee that takes away their desire. Already posts: El Cid must have ended here and not announced in El Pilar ...

Paradoxically, he said goodbye to Madrid with a lunge. And knelt. And grabbed a handful of dirt. And he kept it in his heart ... He wanted the unchanging luck with his destiny that the two lowest bulls on the stairs of Fuente Ymbro would enter his lot. He cleaned pens to get his fourth run of the season at Las Ventas. There were two horses as unpresentable as they were inflatable - third and fifth. And a top of Manuel Blázquez tall, rolled up with pythons, but no neck. De Justo resolved with its exceptional collapse, its façade value and its good concept, both the onslaught without humiliation or evil from the overgrowth, as well as the gross and costly meekness of the 650-kilo stratospheric fountain and strand. Speaking of other eras: Emilio de Justo's proxies would already be in the fucking rue del tug.

El Cid had been worthy of the best-made bull of all that opened the afternoon. And that came out tempered with his little power. Kindly of scarce endings and good beginnings by his left hand, the base of the faint task. There was a third round in which El Cid printed more fiber to the natural lengths. In general they ended up saying nothing. Like the bull The goodbye bull had very short hands, a basket ball, a low profile but very low, and an important face. There was a flip of deadly Curro Robles as the consequent volatin of the animal. His losses and shortcomings were imposed on his intentions ...

Ginés stood on tiptoe with the horse that defended itself and with the grandon and more refined sixth. What he wanted but he got out of hand. As uncoordinated Gallardo has rushed his presence in Madrid. And not everything goes. Not an improper exit to the shoulders by the gang door. In Madrid. When and what. Until Zaragoza, then. Where Manuel Jesus El Cid will say goodbye definitely.

Data sheet

FUENTE YMBRO / El Cid, Emilio de Justo and Ginés Marín.

Monumental Sales . Friday, April 4, 2019. Fourth fair. Almost full. Toros de Fuente Ymbro, a cinqueño (4th), a staircase within its seriousness; 3rd and 5th two inflatable horses; the others pointed nobility with little power and substance and without finishing off any; and a Manuel Blázquez overall (2nd bis), was left without humiliating with little zeal.

El Cid , mauve and gold. Half lunge pierced (silence). In the room, corner lunge (back to the ring).

Emilio de Justo , of tobacco and gold. Two punctures and lunge pierced. Warning (silence). In the fifth, lunge low and two hair loss (silence).

Ginés Marín , raspberry and gold. Two and a half pricks (silence). In the sixth, prick and lunge (silence).

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