Ginés returned on the trail of his blood, spilled just 10 days ago.
And the square lit up an ovation of recognition for yesterday's integrity, for today's manhood.
Undone the paseo, the lying on foot.
Montera in hand, the grateful ovation.
A fresh breeze from the north stirred the flags and refreshed the atmosphere, loaded even with them.
But down below, in the arena, the breeze was messing with the capes.
In the slipstream of Roca Rey, the fifth "no tickets" of San Isidro had been posted, and that wake, behind him, was led by Diego Urdiales, opening the poster.
Hysterical he acted as the battering ram of a very well done bullfight in his seriousness, but past his age - all five long years, some on the border of six - and very heavy on the scale.
An average of 591 kilos;
a total of 3,549.
A bet by Ricardo Gallardo.
But not only, of course, with the greatest figure present, capable of saving herself.
The bullfight foundered, without a motor to pull forward, weighed down by the lead of his blood, bottomless.
Hysterical
accused his limited power, his scarce bravery, his kindness without spark, his 587 kilos... The breath already measured in the cape of Urdiales, which changed the terrain.
Accurate punishment on the horse, he did not come to life later.
An opening of work to the step, the trench, and three series of four right hands with the same parameters: good drawing with a diminished onslaught of thrust, less in each pass.
Diego insisted too much and affected his faith with a metisaca in the soft.
Roca Rey, the expected one, put on his side the emotion that a papudo bull lacked, deep jowls, short hands, low box.
596 kilos in that box.
Wow.
He bled it minimally, seeing that there was some option, calculating the background he sensed.
and he was squeezed in a remove by chicuelinas that he climbed by his adjustment, by the girded infarction.
The Fuenteymbro pointed things out -humiliation, apparent stride...- in Antonio Chacón's struggle, in favor of the work of inertia.
Javier Ambel caught two sensational pairs.
Which raised applause.
As in the statutory opening of RR work, when there was still some hope.
But outside the stripes, so open, the bull began to weigh both the land and the tonnage.
Firm and clutched the Peruvian, running the right hand, with which he is fighting extraordinarily this season.
The already costly onslaught repetitions began to falter, without a comeback or more close parallel to the second line.
Bull was missing everywhere, which began its prospecting in the arena.
It had been a while.
Roca put his left to comply.
The beautifully lined chestnut-brown fifth could not with his soul.
The protests did not materialize in a green handkerchief, perhaps because the definitive collapse was lacking.
I glanced at the hats on the show: Fuente Ymbro too!
Anyway.
Ginés Marín abbreviated.
As brief was also the chapter of Diego Urdiales with the bull that broke the harmony of the bullfight from above, a horse crowned by two terrifying espabiladeras.
A mass -615 kilos- made uphill.
A bastard, moreover, who was stubborn right and left.
The one about the Arnedano shoal is to make him look at it.
He resolved by gutting the conviction at times.
He also handled everything and more in the fifth in a chaotic fight, without bleeding, as usual, on the breastplate.
Roca Rey bet on the movement that, at least, there was.
And RR needs movement.
I open and let go of the fountain, surfing desires, she found the Inca nailed to the ground.
And he drove in such a way that he disarmed him from the crutch, not from the race.
That ran from his account to grapple him with a series of right hands with the pythons drawing sparks from the males, that way of plucking like a radial.
The beast did not expect the government that frightened him, and he wanted to go to the querencia of the querencias, to the gate of bullpens.
There Roca grew up sinking his heels, with arrogance, impudence and ambition, winning the way to escapes -which left him disoriented-, the battle to the meek.
That with his atavistic background he responded with brute and cowardly attacks,
but always below.
She climbed the preferential lines, the sun and the shadow the cramp of war;
the «7» rose up in arms of incomprehension.
The drums, the flats, the rampage of Roca snatched prevailed.
And he passed the daggers through his back and also to the left that the escapes short-circuited.
He put everything.
And the square on foot.
The last Bernadines setting fire to the coliseum, the colossus unleashed.
At the time of killing he chose the fate that would have come - the opposite - had the bull not had the pigsties in the butt.
He punctured twice, again, a sung triumph.
When he attacked in natural luck, the bull took the sword.
A final ovation with Madrid delivered, but not conquered, he closed his passage through San Isidro.
the «7» rose up in arms of incomprehension.
The drums, the flats, the rampage of Roca snatched prevailed.
And he passed the daggers through his back and also to the left that the escapes short-circuited.
He put everything.
And the square on foot.
The last Bernadines setting fire to the coliseum, the colossus unleashed.
At the time of killing he chose the fate that would have come - the opposite - had the bull not had the pigsties in the butt.
He punctured twice, again, a sung triumph.
When he attacked in natural luck, the bull took the sword.
A final ovation with Madrid delivered, but not conquered, he closed his passage through San Isidro.
the «7» rose up in arms of incomprehension.
The drums, the flats, the rampage of Roca snatched prevailed.
And he passed the daggers through his back and also to the left that the escapes short-circuited.
He put everything.
And the square on foot.
The last Bernadines setting fire to the coliseum, the colossus unleashed.
At the time of killing he chose the fate that would have come - the opposite - had the bull not had the pigsties in the butt.
He punctured twice, again, a sung triumph.
When he attacked in natural luck, the bull took the sword.
A final ovation with Madrid delivered, but not conquered, he closed his passage through San Isidro.
And the square on foot.
The last Bernadines setting fire to the coliseum, the colossus unleashed.
At the time of killing he chose the fate that would have come - the opposite - had the bull not had the pigsties in the butt.
He punctured twice, again, a sung triumph.
When he attacked in natural luck, the bull took the sword.
A final ovation with Madrid delivered, but not conquered, he closed his passage through San Isidro.
And the square on foot.
The last Bernadines setting fire to the coliseum, the colossus unleashed.
At the time of killing he chose the fate that would have come - the opposite - had the bull not had the pigsties in the butt.
He punctured twice, again, a sung triumph.
When he attacked in natural luck, the bull took the sword.
A final ovation with Madrid delivered, but not conquered, he closed his passage through San Isidro.
File
Sales Monument.
Wednesday, May 25, 2022. Eighteenth of the fair.
Leno of «there are no tickets».
Bulls from Fuente Ymbro, past cinqueños, all past cinqueños, serious, made, heavy;
bottomless, engine to pull forward.
Diego Urdiales, in green hope and gold
.
Metisaca in the basses (silence).
In the fourth, puncture and deep puncture and pithing (silence).
Roca Rey, blue and gold.
Corner lunge (ovation).
In the fifth, two punctures and lunge.
Notice (greetings).
Ginés Marín, of corinth and gold
.
Thrust (silence).
In the sixth, lunge.
Warning (silence).
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