With him, Javier Cortés joins and also carries in Las Ventas almost three years after his serious accident. about
The first of the six bulls of El Pilar, cinqueño, dripping black, harmonious craftsmanship, was very complete. From start to finish, and an unusual ending, for, lying after a thrust that seemed deadly, he rose, returned to torment outside the lines and, swallowing blood, it took a long time before he collapsed and died. Before death, an anonymous voice asked the bull to return to the ring. Unattended request. The bull had everything that was needed: mobility, determination, punctuality, greed, dedication, nobility. He reloaded on fishing rods, he came joyfully on banderillas, he did not refuse even once, he died of courage. A standing ovation. He was the bull of the return in Las Ventas de Javier Cortés, almost three years after the serious accident that cost him the partial loss of vision in his right eye. Here was the fuck.
Memory and sensitivity: after the paseíllo, they took him outside to greet the third. The people were with him in a task celebrated not only for sentimental reasons, but for their own merits, raised and resolved by stripes outside, in measured and linked batches of four and the auction, with both hands and with the top of one of naturally towed crank and long stroke. Safe by the bull, inspired by the muletazos that fastened tanda, Javier came to fight with his right hand spread out and, after changing the sword, collect an endless circular. A little party. A warning, a plebiscite.
The bullfight of El Pilar is very beautiful. The fourth, deep, long, squat, was on the verge of regular age. It was just as bonanza as the first, but not as much pace or the same powers. Cortés called him from a distance for a series of sculpting openings and two well-adjusted rounds. It cost the bull more for the left hand and the task came less. The bullfighter serene, but set and composed in a different way, now fighting outside. The sword only came in on the fourth attempt, a piss. An announcement.
Afternoon of up to six warnings: the two for Cortés, one for a bull, one for Tomás Campos because he lost his sense of size with the fifth, and three more, one and two, for Francisco José Espada, who took two remarkable punches, one of them, that of the third bull without laces, and another a little beyond that, that of the sixth bullfight, which was the most boring. The bullfight lasted for nearly two and a half hours. Bad signal.
The two duties of Sword, meritorious, of conspicuous determination and good means, sinned long and scarcely underlined. The fight with a third party, which was more than once on the point of cracking, was arduous, but not without success. Taurus to hook and hold, and not always Sword. Linked to the right hand, not so much to the left. Persistent, devoted, too contemplative with a listless sixth, with little zeal. The spectacle was already heavy then.
Tomás Campos pressed for a fifth who, hands in front and fierce from the start, attacked the horse jealously and a second backstroke, waited for banderillas and then used himself standing up. That bull didn’t suit him. Not a second more rags than the others, two lock picks, boobs, ass. Greedy bull, but not easy. The high face when finished and too much volume for a minimally sized stool like Tomás wears. There was no case.
Source: La Verdad
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