All hopes of the opening afternoon ended over the cliff. He disappointed La Quinta with a run that, if he offered options in his first half, degenerated into infumable in his second half. And the two figures who held the pull of the premiere of San Isidro as a duel in the sun walked through the antipodes: luminous El Juli, impeccable; thick King Rock, unwashed. And the square of Madrid in a polar state, continuously subtracting, throwing ice cubes loudly, that opportune timbre that dislocates.

Álvaro Alarcón barely counted: he reached the alternative as the other bank of the Nile by swimming: without air - dragging a pneumothorax - and between crocodiles with human form and friendly appearance that monopolized all eyes: El Juli and Roca Rey. Only this Wednesday of ash gray the Peruvian came to Madrid like a shadow.

He raffled Cocherito -one of the three cinqueños distributed equally in the lots-, clear cardeno, more serious and strong than beautiful, being handsome. Cramped from the hindquarters and throwing his hands ahead on his way out, it was difficult for him to let go in the previous thirds. But he was encouraged, in his few push, to go forward in the cape of José Chacón -extraordinary, also with the sticks in the sixth-, overturning a certain quality.

Alarcón, just released his condition, was put soon and in the hand with two necessarily brief runs on the right, fainting the crutch. It was on his left where the work trampled its level with those three very long natural that, however, lacked continuity. One by one he held dignity between some glitter and inequality.

The Juli, on the other hand, would build a task from less to more on the rihels of the sum temperance. Cotton for that bull of cardena darkness, far from the beauty made of his blood Santa Coloma-Buendía. He responded to them with a grateful kindness and a gentle humiliation that he secured in the wise hands of Juli, which made him grow. At the same time that the bull entered the square in the crutch of the master who rounded series by one hand and another, to pulse the touch and the treatment. Until emptying rounds unthinkable at the beginning like the one that closed the task. That led to an infinite change of hand like the roar of the cathedral. The possibility of the ear sounded in that gigantic ole. A deep prick and a hairless cooled everything to an incredible point. As if the prize work of El Juli had not existed. And now it was secret.

The bull with the finest elasticity and more in the house line – although the bullfight came open from stallions, explained Álvaro Martinez Conradi, and that is due – was the third. Named Peluquino. And his style was also perceived as exciting. By the way you give and stretch. Roca Rey did not feel comfortable or coupled during a light task, scarcely reunited with the onslaught. All on the outside and unwashed, always very open with the bull. They sang to him from the "7" the chicken of the placement, not without reason. Especially on the left hand. A severe short circuit in HR infallibility He killed him with a blow.

The bullfight, wrapped in an icy atmosphere -despite the insufferable and intolerable sale of alcoholic beverages during the fights-, was definitively plunged into a pothole like the crater of the meteorite that killed the dinosaurs. A tight room of meats came out, inside in the hoods, looking at the scattered view. Absent of fixity. The Juli did not think once to order the battleship of the castoreño to load the inks. Then, although the santacoloma seemed not to eat anyone, it hid a dull danger when it came, an unhealthy doubt. After that uncertain time of the embroque, it was disregarded. And that outcast way of saying goodbye made it more bearable. Until the next cite. Worse was the next of Roca Rey -the lot less loaded in his ball-, gazapón, shoemaker, making thread, sticky. He pulled race and the courage he has left to bury the shoes and try to impose himself, but without finding the resolutions. More gathered than with the good, swallowing a lot, but without going back to the level required to the maximum figure. A puncture. Not only with the sword. Forward the thrust of "see you next time".

At the end Alarcón was eternalized with a very lackluster bull. The staff was already heavy on the afternoon slab.

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LA QUINTA / El Juli, Roca Rey and Á. Alarcon

MONUMENTAL DE LAS VENTAS Wednesday, May 10, 2023. First fair. Full of "no tickets". Bulls of La Quinta; three cinqueños; of different workmanship, finishes and serials; the first three bulls with options; lackluster and complex the latter.

ELJULI, in lead grey and gold. Deep prick and hairlessness (greetings). In the fourth, past lunge (silence).

ROCA REY, pink and silver. Bajonazo (silence). In the fifth, puncture and front lunge (silence).

ÁLVARO ALARCÓN, in white and gold. Short lunge laid (greetings). In the sixth, a pierced lunge and two haircuts. Warning(silence)

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