Fan Fair: Titanic effort of Damián Castaño | Culture

Two and a half hours after the Paseíllo headed to face, alone, six bulls from Dolores Aguirre -the first in the history of this livestock -Damián Castaño left the Plaza de San Agustín del Guadalix among applause. Visibly tired, half limbing – he suffered a fuck in the fifth – and, most likely, disappointed, he received recognition of the thousands of fans who responded to his deed.

Because Damián was a deed, not what the so -called “figures” and other matters are sold when they are announced to six carefully chosen “thoras” among the noblest livestock in the market; Or when, at most, they dare to kill a couple of bulls from Victorino. You have to have a lot of value and bullfight to dare to lock yourself alone before one of the most demanding currencies of the Bravo field.

A triumph, therefore, go on foot after overcoming the test with enormous dignity. The titanic Salamanca’s effort did not have the desired reward, first, for the repeated failures when killing, and also because the expected run of Dolores did not finish breaking. Most of the bulls went to the horse, “a total of 21 rods took -at times pushed under the bib, but almost all ended up coming out. A confinement between the meekness and the caste, very complicated in the second third, and that reached the last with the background very fair.

The best, in the end, was the one that opened a place, a serious animal ahead, astifino and clean of pythons -like all who came out for chiqueros -but varying and loose of meats, which had greed, nobility and whose transmission was increasing as the bullfighter demanded. Castaño began losing steps between pass and pass, until he trusted and left the crutch put in the snout to fight with command and firmness.

It was at that time that up to three rounds in round and natural, which wasted depth and depth. The ornaments, bullfighters and inspired, were the icing. He would have cut, at least, a weight ear, but punctured up to three occasions. The ruling with the sword, his eternal Achilles heel, was the norm throughout the morning.

Bravo really resulted in the horse the second, who never opened his mouth, but who lacked strength. He started soon and cheerful, and then put his face down and pushed with the kidneys. From there, he wanted, but he couldn’t. Before him, Damián Castaño, was perfect. From the beginning through beautiful passes, until the end, to the unipase, crossed and breastfeeding.

In the third, however, the thing began to complicate. What sense developed that of Dolores in flags! Canuts were passed by the subordinates. Impossible seemed to when the brown crushing took, but based on value, firmness and lowering his hand, he stole a handful of right -wing of enormous merit. For the left, he had not one.

As voluntary, although increasingly accelerated and precipitated, Damián tried everything in the remaining three. It was not an easy task. The room, which seemed hurt, was very dazzled by his constant Calamocheo; The fifth, reserve, moved a lot in the early thirds, but then fell apart, staying under and without passing; And the meek sixth had little class and tour. In short, Casta was missing.

He did not cut ears or left on his shoulders through the big door, but Damián Castaño left with something more important: the recognition of the fans of his delivery, courage and bullfighting. This was a deed.