It was 9:02 PM and Sevilla came to a standstill. “Tail, tail, tail!” was heard in unison in the Real Maestranza arena. A new page had just been written in the history of bullfighting specially signed by Morante de la Puebla. A sublime bullfight in which he cut off a tail 52 years later and allowed him to carry the Puerta del Príncipe on his shoulders. From there, as if in procession, an entire entourage waved at him shouting “Bullfighter!” Everyone knew that the achievement was no small feat. And so he was seen walking the streets of an Andalusian capital, dressed up for a fair. And party. In the vicinity of La Maestranza, under the last rays of the sun that were already hiding at the Guadalquivir, there was no room for anyone else. Because there was no room for Morante to go to his hotel in a van. After reaching Heaven by cutting off two ears and Ligerito’s tail, by Domingo Hernandez, those who gathered there gathered to see the greatest of the bullfighters lift him on their shoulders and take him through symbolic streets such as Paseo Colón and Calle Reyes Católicos led. It was not Holy Week, but this bullfighting procession was also full of passion. The euphoria at what he had experienced was evident in every corner De la Puebla traversed, decked out in a suit that was no longer macho. “José Antonio Morante de la Puebla!”, “Long live Puebla!” or “Morante, President!” They were some of the chants (to the gaze of a driver caught in the spontaneity of the moment) heard through the streets of Seville unaware of or assimilating to the mastery of whom they rested on their shoulders wore. And it is that Morante’s feat was achieved for the last time by Francisco Ruiz Miguel in 1971. And no one else after that until this Wednesday. No one could have imagined it at 7:45 p.m., when Morante jumped into a square full of fans ready to experience a real show and oblivious to the sleep-inducing heat during the tenth season of the April Fair. Some thought they would see another task, others had a premonition of the achievement. An hour and a few minutes later, the Sevillian maestro’s feat of arms caused a commotion in a town that ended in bulerías on Calle San Pablo, a few yards from the maestro’s residence. And just as he left La Maestranza, he arrived at his hotel. With his back to him, still on his shoulders, Morante entered. Like in the great privacy of Seville’s Holy Week. All overthrown in the fervor of what was achieved there by a man who paralyzed the capital of Andalusia with his art of bullfighting.
Source: La Verdad
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