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Valencia
Updated Monday, March 18, 2024-20:16
The afternoon was not for the most handsome and media-worthy (Cayetano) nor for the finest stylist (Ortega), but for
the most clever, prepared and ambitious: Borja Jiménez.
And the serious thing about the matter is that two riotous bulls passed through the ring and nothing happened.
BJ took advantage of his opportunity, cut off the only ear and stood in the threshold of the big door.
What was formerly called a review. For attitude and aptitude.
Jiménez was
the living Spartacist flame
in this very special square.
He understood like no one else the terrain of the afternoon, the keys of the public and, above all, those of the bull.
A beefy bull, with a low profile and notable background - if not outstanding - from Puerto de San Lorenzo.
BJ, who did not spare a single bit in his entire performance - I'm lying: maybe one -, genuflected in a vibrant prologue of work.
And he put on his right hand and led the journey there, until he closed the curve
.
That way of bringing the bulls back that stands out on his left, due to his commitment.
It is not exquisite nor is it lacking.
The natives climbed and grew in a colossal series
.
The task was sustained in the transmission of the delivery more than in its homogeneity, in its truth, in the opportune popular nods, in the staging of death after the thrust.
Prize.
And almost another with Juan Pedro's sixth, more fragile and more
serious than the excellent ones
, not bad but diminished.
Borja messed with him seriously.
Half-length of delayed effects and madness.
Either he didn't make the request or the presidency didn't want to see it.
The return, in fairness, is fine.
Juan Ortega began to bullfight the salon's Veronica
when the rows of the Paseíllo broke up.
Very slowly, bent over, warming up the waist, which he turned, sinking into the kidneys, and the wrists.
One haul on each side.
The thing is that Juan did the same thing at the same speed to Juan Pedro's bull, but in a sheaf of six chained speedwells,
drawing infinite symbols in the ring
.
As if it were easy to do to the bull what you do to the air.
The juampedro brought the soft sound of a chopped bull - if it is not impossible, let's agree -, an expensive humiliation despite his elevation, perhaps more off the ground than high.
He promised a lot and, without being Cayetano's super class, he lived up to the expectations of being a very good bull.
Ortega, however, was left blurred along the way after a couple of beautiful series of right hands that warmed throats.
I don't know how to explain exactly what happened, or what's going on, but JO seems to
loosen his grip on his naturalness
.
Or the resolution.
And if the graceful exit that rounds off doesn't happen... The task, hitched in sections, more to the left, was defined, also falling asleep in its final stages.
And the bull crawled whole.
The fiber did not appear with a fifth of La Ventana del Puerto that was not the other and that, precisely for that reason, needed it more.
It was difficult for him to pull forward, sometimes jumping at first and sometimes clinging to the floor.
How difficult it was for him to throw out Juan Ortega
, who was wasting away, getting weaker, until he almost disappeared.
The bullfight had started with one of Juan Pedro's three bulls, Cinqueño like the others, washed, shaking meat, the precise trapío, a good harmony.
He came braided the domecq of some wonderful gentle wickers that translated into
a slow-fire quality
.
He sang it in the expansive Joselito Rus cape.
As if he opened himself in his flight.
The Cayetano task, alas, had two beginnings due to geostrategic issues of the wind.
That she discovered the matador in the shaded areas before beginning again sitting on the footboard and then kneeling in the sun.
Rivera looked out from the balcony of that silky onslaught like someone looking out at the beauty of the Iguazú Falls, contemplating the fall.
The abysmal gap between bull and bullfighter could be the same.
A chain of kneeling windlasses
after alternating hands and a disarm, the sword that he seemed to hit on a flag, the thrust.
He still threatened to turn the tables.
Anyway.
If Cayetano then seemed like someone interpreting a Cayetano meme, already with the temperamental room, a guy from Puerto de San Lorenzo, I can't even say.
The bad time that man had, between the wind
and the absolute absence of fighting resources, is not in the writings.
Almost 20 years of alternative contemplate him.
He had stage fright.
A misrule that multiplied the edges of the stubborn bull until he became the master of the ring.
Fortunately he hunted him with the sword.
And here peace and after glory.
File
VALENCIA bullring
.
Monday, March 18, 2024. Novena of the fair.
An entrance room.
by Juan Pedro Domecq (1st, 2nd and 6th) -the three Cinqueños-;
Puerto de San Lorenzo (3rd and 4th) and La Ventana del Puerto (5th);
well presented, the profile of the 3rd lowered;
of extraordinary class the 1st;
the 2nd very good;
good the 3rd;
temperamental the 4th;
clinging to the floor on the 5th: fragile on the 6th.
CAYETANO, FUCHSIA AND GOLD
.
Thrust.
Notice (greetings).
In the room, thrust and madness (silence).
JUAN ORTEGA, OF IVORY AND GOLD
.
Thrust.
Notice (greetings).
In the room, thrust and madness (silence).
BORJA JIMÉNEZ, IN TURKEY BLUE AND GOLD.
Front lunge (ear).
In the sixth, half a lunge and a haircut.
Notice (request and return).