And, finally, the rain. And, finally, without wind. As if you could not choose a calm afternoon of sun. Under the umbrellas and the coldness of the beginning, few tasted or grasped the quality of Jorge Martínez, that privileged left hand. And in it the class of a steer from Montealto who already on the way out took out the rhythmic tranco of the power counted. Martinez, for his figure, his hair, but also for the concept, opened a tunnel in time that connected with that young Josemari Manzanares of the 70s, the master. I don't know if he added 15 or didn't reach 20 natural. It doesn't matter: they were of category. With that and a lunge he barely came out to the third. Almost timidly. It lacked end and depth to the steer of enclasados wickers and sensitivity to the parish.


The next mount did not bring the same harmony, more open in the face. Hands in front, head above. The improvement of the utrero in the cape of the pawn Navazo impressed. Good the capotazos in favor of work, losing steps. More movement than qualities in the onslaught, but frankness and travel in its raison d'être. Jorge Molina, who debuted in Madrid, exhibited a sense of placement, so fronted. The touch was acquired as the work progressed. To finish with two series of linked right-wingers -trace of power, dry value- and upwards. A finale by manoletinas as icing. And a contrary thrust in need of the executioner.


Sergio Rodríguez was also presented, very fibered from the prologue on his knees. Perhaps too demanding with a steer of good condition by the right hand that, like his brothers, did not walk in depth. Rodriguez's concept felt very powerful, perhaps also somewhat exaggerated with tension and very easy connection with the public; It could not be seen in that left of which they speak so much, where the onslaught was unraveled. He did not sign with the sword, his Achilles heel.


The admirable thing about Jorge Martínez is that he was able to fight again very well with a steer that was nothing like his previous one. Distracted, arrhythmic, meek of horses, he rammed at impellers. The young man from Totana was made a bullfighter. He deployed all the precise records to order the onslaught. That she was grateful in her measure. They didn't pay much attention to him either. He said goodbye by manoletinas (contrary to his style end) and with a sword.


The other Jorge (Molina) was also extraordinary with a meek to whom he raised everything with amazing stillness, stepping on the place where the bulls attack and always offering a crutch. He had nothing else before his eyes the steer. Molina even managed to round off two or three series assessed with the value of law. Then the beast was ignored. He said goodbye for Bernadinas -in the manoletina and its variants the kids walked repetitive- and was caught badly but without consequences when entering to kill. Excellent image. As a sowing of desires to see him again.


The afternoon was closed by a steer with hechuras and trapío de toro that did not alleviate one iota the feeling of disappointment of the Montealto bullfight in this his fief of Madrid. Meek but not only, also the most complicated of the six. Myron, protesting, brute, sometimes oriented. Sergio Rodríguez started embedded and owner of the situation, which was put too uphill for his bison. It was easier, even short of caste, the first half of the bullfight of Agustín Montes. Also better done, more harmonious.

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Token

SALES Tuesday, May 23, 2023. Twelfth fair. Three-quarter entrance. Montealto steers, well presented.

JORGE MARTÍNEZ, of Corinth and gold. Lunge (slight request and greetings); Lunge (greetings).

JORGE MOLINA, sailor and gold. Contrary lunge and hairlessness. Notice (greetings); two punctures, lunge lying and two hairless. Notice (greetings)

SERGIO RODRÍGUEZ, turkey and gold. Two punctures and lunge laying. Notice (greetings); two defective lunges and several haircuts. Warning (silence).

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