Jandilla-Vegahermosa / Sebastián Castella and Miguel Ángel Perera
Nimes Coliseum.
Sunday, September 20, 2020. Last of the fair.
Bulls from Jandilla and one from Vegahermosa, two Cinqueños (2 and 4), of good presentation;
They highlighted the good sound of the 4 with its shortcomings and the emotionality of the 5 in a set sometimes lacking in background and other times in power.
Sebastián Castella, in mauve and gold
.
Lunge passed and detached.
Notice (silence).
In the third, last corner lunge and three loops.
Notice (silence).
In the fifth, detached lunge (ear).
Miguel Ángel Perera, of bull's blood and gold
.
Low lunge (silence).
In the fourth, corner lunge and two crazy things.
Two notices (greetings).
In the sixth, detached lunge and pithing.
Notice (silence).
The mixture of happy music and the sad memory of
Borja Domecq Solís
in the stop on the paseíllo
was paradoxical
.
Nimes on his feet to raise his palms to the sky.
Sebastián Castella and Miguel Ángel Perera lowered their gazes to the earth, stripped of their hats.
To date, a herd of high-class bulls had rammed into the arenas of the Colosseum;
this Sunday, the first two from Jandilla and Vegahermosa did not.
Or not as they should
.
Castella gave gentle treatment and exquisite touch to her enemy
.
That he thought about it with the ideas put in the querencia, without finishing picking up or surrendering.
But he appreciated the subtlety: a series of naturals, and specifically one of the series, was superior.
To the others and for herself.
Superior as Juncal said.
Behind him there was another with the jandilla already wanting to go.
So he adorned it inwardly.
The rear - and corner - placement of the swords lacked death.
And the executioner stole any hint of reward.
The same thing happened to Perera with the low blow
with which he finished a very firm task.
From an infinity of technical springs to get hold of the Vegahermosa mounted Cinqueño, always supported by the hands.
As with the ditto brake on.
He was traveling rough.
Another way not to surrender.
As in the previous thirds.
When he dug and never gave generously either.
The gaoneras of the quite by tafalleras gave off a barbarian commitment.
The absence of power weighed down the good condition of the low soap holder that was third.
That he wanted more than he could.
That reflected his way of positioning his face
and his way of releasing it at the end with a helpless head butt.
Of rage for not reaching her strength and frustrating her desire.
The only thing that did not agree with the performance of Sebastián Castella was the jumbled electricity of the remove by several sticks.
Saltilleras and such.
For the rest, everything passed clean, tempered and flat of emotions.
A handful of natives flashed on the Nigerian beach.
But cause and substance were lacking in the jandilla
.
The pithing raised the curtain of silence even more.
Like a Swiss watch, Miguel Ángel Perera's gang worked with the chestnut quarter.
That it came to fly the pride of the blue badge
despite its faults.
Or of its lack.
Well, in its limited power it subtracted its valued onslaught.
MAP strengthened it with the long distance, the game of inertia, the temperance of the company.
From afar,
Ferretero
always came
galloping with good character.
Perera ran his hand through both python, tied in his plumb line.
Without completely bursting it from the bottom, intelligently.
When the jandilla lost his inertia it cost him more.
Disarmament was the only bullfighting blemish.
Or not only: the extent of the task as well.
Although only the delay in death - crowned by two notices - stole a greater prize than the ovation.
The plaza floor, between the night rain and the morning rejones, was an immense dune of Tarifa.
Nimes beach.
He counted the fifth with the emotion that the run lacked, especially for the right python.
Not so much for the meanest left.
Sebastián
Castella exploded with tension
and fiber the good hand.
Always covering the bull a lot.
That did not exude qualities.
But he conveyed a lot by his integrity and character
.
The effectiveness, finally, of the thrust - just like a corner but not as past as the others - rolled the jandilla.
As the ear rolled through the cloth.
The last bull, an albahío de pinta, with short hands and a short neck, clung a lot to the ground, increasing a certain feeling of disenchantment with Jandilla's bullfight.
The afternoon was already heavy despite the variety of technical resources of the monolithic bullfighting of the swords.
Miguel Ángel Perera was once again above the circumstances.
With a determination without limits or schedule.
That was a common denominator.
As much as not a bull was killed above.
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