Juan Ortega consumes a work of art in his "reappearance" in Valdemorillo

ZABALA DE LA SERNA Valdemorillo (Madrid)

Valdemorillo (Madrid)

Updated Saturday, February 10, 2024-19:55

Juan Ortega consummated a work of art

as if one of those doves that descended on the arena landed like the Holy Spirit on his crutch. At 6:33 p.m., when Núñez del Cuvillo's empty bullfight weighed like a slab, a fifth bull jumped with all the sound, the rhythm, the class and, ultimately, the brave face absent. Everything was concentrated on Frightened's divine body. Like bullfighting in Ortega. He had rocked it to the veronica, he had pointed it in the stockings of the remove by chicuelinas and had embroidered it in the

tasty helped high of the opening

. Which led to a monument when he released his left and a chest pass like a cathedral. The attacks slid in his right hand like the oles along the lines,

with that smooth key in the round

- the exits of the series multiplied the echo - that would go

in crescendo

until roaring naturally. So slowly. Two series were pure

delicatessen

.

But the climax erupted like a geyser as he found the depth genuflecting

in the portent left of him as he had not been standing. A full orgasm that he completed with a sword blow. The two ears of the pull - the only pull of his performance - and the big door as an act of redemption for so much frustrated expectation until now.

The Ortega supporters came with all their enthusiasm for Juan's "reappearance." So much so that they even attributed the full "no tickets" to him.

As if he bullfighted El Cordobés and two more

. And in the end it almost was like that. Ortega's popularity has skyrocketed as a result of the "non-wedding", and that, in this exciting beginning of the season, adds up. I don't know if I can put the box office label on it. Bullfighter of immense minorities, Tano would say. And that's good and they enjoyed it. Or we enjoy it.

Ortega's first bull, a little black man with a collected face and notable appearance, placed his charge well at the moment of the attack of five Veronica chants with an open rhythm and open flight that did not end as anticipated due to an inopportune disarmament. The next two attempts with the cape, its brilliance and that one, for chicuelinas and aprons, were not consummated either.

The bull was already tending to get bored

. Some funny guy reminded the bullfighter of how "scary" he was with a "Long live the boyfriends!" little echo. The prologue of work took away the category of those overtures by Juan Ortega, which embroiders the principles. The change of hand, genuflection forgotten, broke like thunder against the dome. And that's it. The cuvillo was oblivious and nothing was rounded, a right hand just like a lost pearl from the necklace.

Alejandro Talavante, the "other" of the poster, the figure of the shortlist

, debuted in the Plaza de La Candelaria with a black dress covered in silver and Cuvillo's opening bull, little of everything, without strength or neck. And also without zeal. Since he lacked a neck he did not humiliate and since he did not humiliate he did not fall but he could not either

. The brief and united task

, raised at his height and among cotton fields from the opening aids, did not dissipate the interest of the angry murmur in the background, which exploded into anger when the bull rolled in a bad start in the last round. He died from a straight kick.

Little else had to be done with a quarter that was more bullish on the outside

- the bullfight increased since then - but with the same sad background on the inside, without any push. And AT waited a long time on his left, delaying the approach to help. As if he were pulling a wheelbarrow of stones, a sleeper with no exit, so breathless is the onslaught.

A third jumped out with a good pattern but also empty. Or worse: in addition to the poor background of the run he added a surly block, a straightness in his journey, a sharp and dangerous edge on the left.

Ginés Marín felt all that when he threw his cape on his back in a fight with gaoneras and was swept by his hindquarters

. He did not give up repeating with greater success nor did he ever give up on a task of dull commitment. He passed it with a perfect volley. Ginés drove with the sixth as if there were no tomorrow, the start of work was terrifying with a ruin on his knees in the middle. The false promises of the supposed transmission of the bull evaporated, and only Marín was really used there, with little echo despite the great final blow.

They carried Ortega

on their shoulders with the night upon them; The doves and the Holy Spirit remained in the ring.

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La Candelaria bullring.

Saturday, February 10, 2024

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Second of the fair. Full of "no bills." Bulls from Núñez del Cuvillo, well made, terciados, stronger the last three; voids of substance, drive and class, excellent 5th.

Alejandro Talavante, in black and silver.

Lunge (silence); in the fourth, corner and lying lunge and two madness (silence).

Juan Ortega, from Rioja and gold.

Forward lunge (request and greetings); in the fifth, lunge (two ears). He came out on shoulders.

Ginés Marín, of Nazarene and gold.

Big lunge (regards); lunge (greetings).

A minute of silence for the Civil Guards murdered in Barbate.