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. Her orange dress like a sunset by La Algaba, sewn like a jewelry embossed with charged silver, being white thread, contrasted with the gold of the vest. At 18.48 MdlP shone differently with a hat of Olga Jiménez berreón, who had rammed straight to the left, aborting veronicas; and by the right it had been given in a couple of beautiful throws. By that hand, at the time described, Morante drew a gigantic rejection, a superb round, among many other beautiful curves that led to his height to the bull. That it was nothing to write home about. The task grew on the talent of genius, temper, his plumb line, his waist and weight bullfighting. A supernatural natural creaked the square. Like the chest passes that never ended. All serene, solid piece, superior to the manageable onslaught of the bull. He gave off a capital bullfight – that painting of Ruano from the Pass of the Flowers – before burying the sword. Rear, somewhat stretched, above. Slow death came. But the lines were not populated with handkerchiefs to the extent that the work deserved. Maybe. A sufficient majority for the president to have acted sensitively, especially considering another bullshit of ears that are given. Nothing. In Seville, anyway, they do not know about Morante, who ostensibly angry seemed to verbalize, according to television witnesses, looking at the box a "you have no shame." It was 19.09.

At 19.30 Alejandro Talavante assaulted with the sword as if it were San Sebastián to a very remarkable bull of the same name as the one returned in the first instance: Almendrito. Talavante certainly brings another joy different from the last year, recovered the self-confidence and the improvised spirit. That disorder that from the beginning on his knees swept the Maestranza, more with him than with him master of La Puebla. And yet, despite certain passages and that if he kills him we would have already seen the ear, he did not really curdle it, forgetting to seriously bully him to walk in other stories. As should his fine style. That he didn't order.

Emilio de Justo was born again at 19:40 p.m., when putting the bull on the horse ran him over, falling from the somersault ugly on the neck... A stir of capes at the remove, a dizziness, holy water and the split taleguilla. An accident at work. Because the extraordinary bull of Matilla [Olga Jiménez] had already poured his wonders in that turned chicuelinas, that way of placing the face, flowing, opening and leaving the embroque. Philosopher was the quintessence of the brave bull, so well drawn, touched on top of pythons and by the wand of God. And Emilio de Justo spoke with Him. At 19.46 he raised his mount in the temple of bullfighting and moments later it melted genuflected with the dream onslaught, still sublimated by the left python. Exactly there EdJ emptied the volcanic prologue with a huge left-handed crutch. That doll functioned as silk and gear, put in it the corporal expression that does not adorn it. De Justo, fainted with straight verticality, curdled batches of naturals that caused the bellow of Seville. A roar that grew and grew on his right, so embedded kidneys, that air of Joselito; The lushness of the batch led to a stratospheric change of hand. And in a sidereal chest pass. That was the common denominator of all the spherical and very linked work. A treatise on philosophy, struggle, life and overcoming with a platonic bull. At the height of Philosopher, look, neither Patatero of Victorino, nor Prince, of El Parralejo. His return to the ring in the drag assessed the true importance of the award, an echo of pardon that was not requested. De Justo rocked in the epilogue, genuflecting again. Scratching at the height of that bull, cale more or less its aesthetics, was a prodigy of concentration of all its virtues. An incontestable sword, with the faith of his own, so pure, raised him with two unanimous ears.

EFE

Morante de la Puebla dictated again at 20.10 an anthology. Another with a half bull, as beautiful as kind, from the helped who began an absolute wonder. Of placement, waist, compass and depth. The montera openwork, winks over Gallito and Rafael (De Paula). With what little Morante raises monuments. When he dismounted and threw the astracanado attire, he embroidered the bullfighting again. What a bullfighter! If Emilio spoke to God, MdlP interpreted it. Another sword, an ear at last. What it costs Seville to surrender to him.

Talavante, all wishes with a coarse and very rough bull, who dismissed the set of Matilla, buried a bass that buried his love. And at 20.50, when the Puerta del Príncipe for Emilio de Justo appeared, the good condition of the sixth made, did not find the thrust or the bottom to pull forward. And at 21:03 p.m. the curtain of hope came down.

Tickets for the San Isidro Fair are now on sale. You can buy them here.

Token

PLAZA DE LA MAESTRANZA. Monday, April 24, 2023. Sixth fair. Full of "no tickets"-Bulls of Bros. García Jiménez and Olga Jiménez (3rd and 1st bis) [Matilla];. extraordinary the 3rd, awarded with the return to the ring; notable the 2nd; manageable 1st and 4th without more; gross the 5th; In good condition without bottom or thrust the 6th.

MORANTE DE LA PUEBLA, MANDARIN AND WHITE THREAD. Rear lunge and lying (request and greetings). In the fourth, lunge (ear).

ALEJANDRO TALAVANTE, IN WHITE AND GOLD. Multiple punctures. Warning (silence). In the fifth, bajonazo (silence).

EMILIO DE JUSTO, FROM BERENJENA. Great lunge (two ears). In the sixth, detached lunge (farewell ovation).

  • Bulls
  • Articles Zabala de la Serna
  • Morante de la Puebla
  • Alejandro Talavante

According to the criteria of The Trust Project

Learn more