San Isidro Fair: Cariñoso goodbye to Robleño in a Torista Debacle | Culture

When Clarines and Timbales announced the departure of the fifth in the afternoon, the square, standing, forced Fernando Robleño to greet a great ovation in the bull of his farewell to the fair in the season of his goodbye to the arena. In a few days, 25 years have passed since in 2000 he took the alternative, and now puts an end to the very honorable race of a bullfighter who has reached less goals than, for sure, he would have dreamed, but that leaves with the respect and admiration of the fans.

And in that fifth bull, as dazzled as the whole run, he gave everything, and opened the encyclopedia of his long experience to draw natural in principle impossible to an animal without caste, without a journey, and that tended to defend himself by pulling screws in the air. But none of it was an insurmountable obstacle for those who wanted to go out through the big door of his honor and his bullfighter shame.

There were five or six, no more, brushstrokes of good bullfighting, natives full of lending and torn from rennet to a dull opponent, sufficient for the goodbye of a great bullfighter. He also tried, without success, in his first, that he could barely maintain his balance. The return to the ring after the death of the fifth was the sense of hug of the square to one of his.

But the celebration had begun with a good omen.

Minutes before the beginning, the company announced that it had just hanged the poster of ‘No bills’, the fourth fourth in this San Isidro fair. It is assumed that the public’s interest was based on the prestige of Adolfo Martín’s currency that so many triumphs has led over the last years.

But the expectation vanished as soon as they found accommodation the most lagging spectators. The first bull announced what would be the tonic of the entire celebration: animals fulfilled in the horses, but without soul, lifeless, crippled, very discharged and impossible for bullfighting in any of its forms. The room was congested after the third of rods, and did not move more even with the friendly help of the heads; In the end, he collapsed in the ring and was signed. Penosa torista lazy, and great disappointment with a run that had aroused an illusion that lasted nothing.

Also painful the attitude of a part of the layers who whistled for no reason to a notary while the bullfighter literally played the skin before the third, one of the dazzled bulls of the confinement; Painful, also, the protests before Ferrera’s solvent commitment, which tried by all means to steal crutches to the ox on Martín Lorca, and rightly gave up the incompressible and unfair mocking ols.

Anyway, the afternoon twisted very soon, and some pituated and protested in use of their freedom, but they do not always attend their reason. It gives the impression even that some whistle without knowing the reason. It would be good to identify them and ask them … to learn, of course, the case may be.

Anyway, Adolfo Martín’s run offered varied reasons for disgust, but not bullfighters.

Ferrera, with that singular blue cape, was compromised all afternoon, both as director of Lidia, attentive at all times, as in its lot. It was fully justified, well placed and insistent, before the row first, and miraculously achieved that the animal obeyed him in some crutches. He fajo also dazzled on Martín Lorca, and in this he was when he heard inconvenient protests and set up the sword.

And the one who went wrong was Manuel Escribano, with the worst lot, the most complicated. To the two the banderille was released and spectacular, and with both the type of truth was played. His first looked at him with the clear intention of turning him to the first time that, fortunately, did not arrive. He received with a long changed knees in the media to the sixth, and another in the third, and animated Veronic. A bad drink passed when the bull, with many feet, pursued him with viciousness at the exit of the second pair and the man was stamped against the tables without major consequences. Another disappointing bull despite its enchanted start in the third of crutch. He wanted to eat the deception and the bullfighter in the first onslaught, and notary did not know how to save himself from burning; But it was a bluf. What the bull intended was to turn it on and throw the bullfighter through the air. He sweated Escribano China to disappoint his opponent, with his face through the clouds, of short trip and bad intentions. There was no prize task, but the work of a courageous sword that did not miss a dangerous opponent.

That said, livestock disappointment of a prestigious cattle, and honorability for bullfighters, especially for veteran Fernando Robleño.