Fallas Fair: Julio Norte, the caste of a bullfighter | Culture

They gave the beautiful bull that opened the performance a wooden somanta; two abusive punches, which he later accused of hitting the crutch. However, the one from Fuente Ymbro had two very drinkable pitons, left and right, whichever was better. Juan Alberto Torrijos, always eager, put on a long task, in which he combined clean muletazos with other very piled ones. And the madness choked him. The fourth “ymbro fountain”, out of type and of considerable height, did not look like a bull of the house. He mastered the rods, had no class, but reached the crutch without considerable problems. It took him a little while to charge, but he did it nobly. Torrijos’ attempts were in vain and the task passed with indifference.

The second received another abusive punishment in rods; another two rods without mercy, and that steer’s chances fell apart. Without passing, very left in the middle of the trip, he barely gave Julio Méndez the option, who had to rely on stillness, to do everything very closely and without charging anything in return. In one of those the bull lifted his feet off the ground, but he didn’t do it for him. Pity about the bull, which promised, but they took it to task.

The fifth was the black sheep of the family. Beautifully made, but dark inside. The hen crowed without reservation in the muleta, who did not want to see her and was spit out into tables. Méndez looked for the turns in the interior fields, but the steer continued his way and there was no way to get the slightest advantage.

Given what was seen in the first two, the third was taken care of in the first third with care. Two entries, but hardly any punishment. And the bull and the bullfighter were grateful because the utrero arrived at the muleta with a long journey, joyfully and steadily. There were no differences between one python and the other, on both sides the bull came quickly. North took advantage of it. The salute with the crutch was in the center of the arena and on his knees; The matter came out clean. Once on his feet, North took advantage of it with a youthful air and docked without problems. The class of the steer and his decision were a perfect pairing so that the batches followed one another with rhythm. He also wanted to finish on his knees, but this time he was surprised and had a hard time. The final boasts and the task itself did not have a proper ending: an ugly setback.

Three long knees in the third, chicuelina, media and revolera, was the cocktail with which Norte received the hat that closed the performance. Decided, he went, crutch in hand, to the center of the arena to receive the bull on his knees. He tried to give a lantern, but was run over and trampled. Things didn’t get any worse. With the bull delivered by the right python, he knelt again on his knees and passed it around in a long, tight work. The bullfighting breed overcame the bull’s limited vocation for attacking from the left. The task now entered into a commuter traffic, of getting between the pitons and with the bullfighter’s pride as the flag. This time, after a first puncture, the final blow landed in a good place.