Victoriano del Río fought an extraordinary bullfight, a luxury, a joy in such a complicated season for the iron of Guadalix. And about her, about the bullfight, I say, and a generous box with everyone except the rancher, Castella, Manzanares -what a lot of theirs with the excellence of Aldeano as dessert- and Rufo played their cards well, others not so much, and shared in justice the final photograph of the big door with the protagonist of the afternoon: the glorious breeder of bravo, represented on this occasion by his son Ricardo and the mayoral.

A bull of a round harmony, of deep drawing and exact measurements, premiered the made sextet with the iron of Toros de Cortés. He galloped with a gentle tranco, announcing goodness, precise power and the background counted. Good, holy. Very easy. Like a cart to which Sebastián Castella took the air and height in his right hand. Only the removal did not agree -after measuring it so much- and a slight mismatch in the opening. That's how finely tuned the deal demanded. The rest was by mode. Not much because when he took the left the bull announced his end, wanting to leave. He hurried him, dismissed him for manoletinas and sent him away with a lunge. Bull and everything very easy. The ear would have been of the same sign; Both were excessive.

The party continued to open channel. A qualitative leap occurred with the excellence of the humiliation of the second and also quantitative for its scarce trapío: between the bull of lower weight, that is to say this one (493), and the one of greater of the bullfight, the last (624), there was a difference of 131 kilos. But there was a difference from the previous day: today the boy was pretty (the parents of the figures are also pretty for a reason). And his works already announced qualities. José María Manzanares bullied him at pleasure but without soul. A superb change of hand connected with the heart that seems absent within that cyborg machinery. When he wanted to realize, the bull rolled with a colossal sword. Two other ears.

And two others would fall for Tomás Rufo after a sword as good as that of Manzanares. The sword, not the bull. Done forward, with the snout pointing, off the hook, Victoriano counted with more gallop than push, more joy to come than delivery to leave. Rufo, who at the beginning of the task curdled on his knees the best forehands, and also at the end standing, approach and outcome, that is, almost made the mistake of exhibiting in the distance the false tranco. One and no more, St. Thomas. The task was quite hampered with the merit of getting out of so much clinch: the bull stayed more and more below, falling asleep, replenishing more with fewer spaces. Anyway, the worst like this. TR walked his hard-fought victory.

Reached and surpassed the equator of the afternoon, only a clamorous bass of Sebastián Castella stopped the runaway public and left the spirited president without knowing what to do with his hands. Like when you quit smoking. Castella, who is fine type, continues to assault that thing of his that comes from before: he confuses eternity with not seeing the end to the tasks. The good bull got bored a little in the middle of it, maybe because of his own condition, before the rest of us will disconnect for someone else's. SC rescued with the left some sparks and cheered the staff with the right when it was already dying. And I'm not saying no to the idea that if he didn't take it for the soft, the public wouldn't have been encouraged. Some even did. But in the box only the handkerchief of the notice remained.

The luxury of the Victoriano del Río bullfight catapulted him the fifth with a mythical name in the house -Aldeano- and his category. Outside and inside. He added one more note to the whole: depth. That dwelt in him under that sustained rhythm. It was very complete. The use of the light handkerchiefs could have already given him to show the blue, because generosity must also be had for the bull. The icing on the cake in this case of a corridón. He invited Aldeano to bullfight, and encouraged José María Manzanares to approach his best version and reconnect with his heart. He did full with two other ears.

Who also offered his most exciting version was TR with an important task, the most carats of the afternoon. He weighed the bull on the crutch and not only because of his large 624 kilos. He had squeezed in banderillas inwards – JMM's removal of Revuelta was that of the fair – and Rufo, who had already curdled him with the hood, was ready to take him out of the stripes, settle in the media, grant him pauses and pull him with real aplomb. When the trip was over, he got serious into the short distances with him. As seriously as the whole task. He pricked him like someone who commits suicide against a wall. And, paradoxically, the most important work was left without a prize.

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Plaza de Valladolid. Sunday, September 10, 2023. Last of the fair. Half enters. Bulls of Victoriano del Río and one (1st) of Toros de Cortés; made in their different finials and types; large ensemble; They highlighted 2nd and the excellent 5th.

SEBASTIÁN CASTELLA, FROM FUCHSIA AND GOLD. Lunge passed and somewhat pierced (two ears). In the fourth, bajonazo. Notice (greetings).

JOSÉ MARÍA MANZANARES, IN LEAD GREY AND GOLD. Lunge (two ears). In the fifth, lunge (two ears).

TOMÁS RUFO, PEARL GRAY AND GOLD. Espadazo (two ears). In the sixth, two punctures, half lunge and hairless (greetings).

The three bullfighters left on their shoulders through the big door along with the cattle rancher Ricardo del Río and the mayoral.

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