Ponce says goodbye in Valencia with honors at the last minute | Culture

An absolute full house, a great afternoon atmosphere and overflowing emotion when Enrique Ponce appeared at the gang gate. The standing ovation did not stop during the parade and after the interpretation of the Regional Anthem by the singer, also Valencian, Francisco, the ovation was reborn again. Ponce, in white and silver with black trim, like the dress from her debut with picadors in Valencia, greeted her montera in hand and invited her teammates to share honors.

The one that was going to be the penultimate bull of Ponce in Spain came out with vigor, by rods passed with approval, but in the muleta he did not finish starting. Before that last third, Fernando Sánchez put up a couple of monumental flags. It was difficult for him to take the bull’s muleta, always at half height, although he also did it nobly. Very involved with him, Ponce worked hard on a task that at times reached people. The connection was not possible, but in each series he unleashed crutches of great aesthetic content. A series with the left, at the end, was very beautiful and with the bull absorbed. The wind continued to bother us.

A happy ending was expected, but we already know: the bullfighter proposes, God disposes and Juan Pedro’s arrived and decomposed everything. jewelry box It was named after what, in principle, was the last Ponce bull in Spain; Of course, as its name said, its game is pure jewelry. It was already difficult to hold him at the start, he even slipped past Ponce, who had to abandon the cape to save the situation. Ponce gave that bull to his father, but that “juanpedro” was, without a doubt, a juenpedrada. The bull didn’t even move on the crutch, he didn’t even want to see it in painting. A first class marble. Ponce, disenchanted, like his countrymen, opted for brevity. But Ponce had an ace up his sleeve. He couldn’t say goodbye to his countrymen like that. The hat was served.

And even the tail, everything is a bull and, look where, the hat, another one from Juan Pedro that when it was announced was received with a loud whistle, was the bull of the afternoon. Without being a flag player, he had style in varas, he was quick in banderillas, to the delight of Víctor del Pozo and again Fernando Sánchez, and in the muleta he was noble, obedient and dedicated. This time there was the expected Ponce on such a special afternoon. The Valencian applied temper, letting the bull reach the muleta and even making it show off more than what was inside. The poncinas finals they left the task open for sentencing. One of the best things about that work, the great final thrust. Trickster It was, in the end, the last bull attacked by Ponce in Spain. He had offered it to his countrymen and saved an afternoon that seemed to be going downhill.

He was not a guest of Talavante stone, nor was he a filler, quite the opposite. His first, very offensive in face, with the pitons pointing to the sky, went unnoticed in some ways that were a third more virtual than real. Talavante came out ready in his cape, in a varied reception and reaching out to the people. The task was done little by little, without rushing, but each blow of the muleta was like securing the next. It didn’t catch on right away, there was a lack of emotion, but a bunch of low right hands changed the atmosphere. From there, the work grew in substance and form. The ending bordered on apotheosis, after a stab of devastating effects.

But the fifth, another from Juan Pedro, frustrated any illusion. The bull waited on banderillas and, as if anchored in death, refused to take Talavante’s muleta.

And 18 minutes after the Paseíllo and its preludes, the first bull came out. Let’s say that bull in presence, not in essence. Lackluster, meek, outcast, without fixity, Pisaverdewhich was what it was called, black cape, was the exact opposite of what is desired for an alternative. Nek Romero justified himself as brave and committed, but nothing could be gained from that supposed bull. Added to that sum of negative factors was the wind, which was very annoying.

Another waste of bull was the sixth. The starting shots, on his knees, promised something, but once the bull was on the muleta everything went to hell. More wind in the latter and more regrettable that of Juan Pedro. There was nowhere to get a hand on it. Nek Romero stood close, he persisted, but the well was dry from the slightest bravery. Another regrettable chapter of a long-awaited afternoon. He was also unsuccessful with the sword and, in a display, went in to kill on the second attempt without a crutch. The gesture almost cost him an upset.