San Isidro Fair: ear to the delivery of Fonseca | Culture

The level of the modern party of the bulls is so low, that no one should be surprised that in the Plaza de Las Ventas, in the middle of San Isidro, the return to the ring to a bull without merits for it is granted for it, or that Román and Colombo would walk the ring for no reason for such a award. But it is what there is, this is the public who comes to have fun and justifies the price of the entrance with a triumph as unexpected as it is undeserved.

The sixth bull was as bland as the others in the first Puyazo, he left without more in the second and went long in the third, from less to more, which showed that it was a brave bull; Galopó in flags and allowed the show of Raúl Ruiz with the cape, and Juan Carlos Rey and Jesús Robledo Tito with the Garapullos. But in the crutch it was a noble bull, without strength or greed, which allowed its killer, Isaac Fonseca, to be used thoroughly, the bad taste he had left in his first, and trace several flows of crutches with his right hand chaired by delivery and bonding. He had started on his knees with five long right and one with a chest, and ended up with low and a garbous trench before clicking run over and receiving a strong blow to the forehead. The next lunge, in a show of meritorious pundonor, was a reason for a walk of his opponent. There was no reason more than for a strong ovation to the bull in the drag, but the circumstances have changed and turned around.

Thus the run ended, which had begun with the fight of a meek enchanted, distracted and reservoir in the first two thirds, which reached the crutch without eager to collaborate. But it was Román’s pundonor who forced him to wake up and show the caste he locked. There were long natives in two bonded batches, four passionate right and final linked aids that presage that the Valencian bullfighter would receive his reward. It was not so because despite his animated and vibrant performance, Román Mulete always very detached and killed badly.

When Colombo took the deception to start the crutch to the second in the afternoon, five minutes were missing for eight minutes, almost an hour of celebration. A lightning was present, and a thunder was the prelude to what had been presuming from the walk, that there would be rain, that there was, and very cold, of total winter. And all this was happening while the Venezuelan bullfighter could be a flags to a last bull and a muleaba without any background to an animal as noble as an apocado.

Nor did anything remarkable in the third, of uncertain behavior, and with which Fonseca was distrustful and few ideas. The fourth, second of Román, was nothing more than a mass of flesh, with which bullfighter gave a rally in supreme fate, and he didn’t say anything in the fifth, with a dangerously insubstantial bullfighting.

Very cold, an unbuttoned afternoon, umbrellas, waterproof and scrubbing that will face their face tomorrow. At least, there was delivery in the first and an ear in the last one, but the level of this square is walking through the soils, such as all in this country.