San Fermín Fair: Morante, on shoulders for the gate of the confinement, in the company of Tomás Rufo | Culture

The right -handed Sevillian Morante de la Puebla has left on shoulders, in the company of Tomás Ruffo, through the gate of the confinement after cutting his lots ears, thanks especially to the two superb and models lunge with which, after a couple of tasks without special brightness, he knocked down his bulls from Álvaro Núñez, who debuted in Pamplona.

From the Cadiz confinement, which was generally lacked a greater background of race and thrust, a third grass of jabonero hair and with a deep quality in its onslaught, which also obtained a trophy of little weight, the toledo Rufo, which, with which of similar value that he added of the sixth, could thus go on his shoulders next to the teacher of the Puebla del Río, stood out.

But, above the statistics and the wide generosity of the public and Palco on one of the most marked days of the Sanferminera fair, this superb management of the sword of Morante, in that supreme fate that, without as much lyrical as it causes its core and crutch, has long practiced with identical purity and technical perfection.

The fact is that, without reaching high levels with either of the two of his lot, José Antonio Morante executed two exemplary volapiés because of the way he slowly marked the times, in which he crossed the faithful of the python with great adjustment, leaving the femoral exposed, and in which he left the steel cleanly between the needles of both bulls: in the same yolk with the first, and only one point further with his second. And both with fulminant effects.

The old bullfighting law was asserted, thus ensuring that a good lunge already deserves a prize, only that some more content is already requested in tasks that, before its masterful lesson with steel, the Sevillian did not come to Macizar.

The one that opened a place, a bull rebrincado and of very little background, did not allow it unless initial in tables of great gallantry. And the room, because he never finished his onslaught, no matter how much a greater effort, in a dilated and patient transteo in which, pulling firmness and softness, he always sought Complete batches.

The only bull of Álvaro Núñez who allowed that round bullfighting was the soapon that jumped in third place, which already picked up in his loose departure onslaught, and that continued to do it constantly in a trasteo in which Tomás Rufo took time to take his pulse and air, while the animal, something weak of the rear rooms, asked for more temple to settle. A task was already very advanced that also did not find concrete lands when the Toledo found the key, in a batch of natives in which, even too subjected, the soapier gave his best, with the snout at the sand of sand and with his entire class on the mat, but without the success again repeated himself before the granting of that other ear.

The second was obtained by Rufo from a sixth high of needles and of broken on the onslaught, which at least moved enough to lengthen the voluntary but mule mule of the bullfighter, which, as a Morante, would also end up lying down a lunge even more fulminant and that was the one that allowed him to accompany the veteran of the poster on his shoulders.

For his part, Roca Rey spent practically blank in his first walk of these Sanfermines, since the albardy chestnut that came out as a second, perhaps because of the injury of a puyazo, ended up throwing himself in the middle of the mouleta’s trasteo, once he had gallepted with the exit and allowed the Peruvian to make an adjusted one removed by Gaoneras.

And the fifth was a cornipaso without fixness in the first thirds and that arrived very stopped and reserved for the roca crutch, which could only get him out, one by one, media passes that did not wake up a palm in the animated layers after the snack.