San Isidro Fair: Heat and boredom in Las Ventas | Culture

There is nothing more annoying than an anodine run; And if, in addition, it squeezes heat, it can become a difficult show. You have to review the written notes during the celebration to highlight some detail for the memory. And there has not been; Perhaps, the spare parts pairs of Fernando Sánchez, third of the gang of Tomás Rufo, and the delivery, more passionate than Honda, of this in the sixth, the only bull entered, with mobility and fierceness of a very unequal run of El Parralejo, meek in the horses and without bottom in the remaining thirds.

There was, of course, a very remarkable note outside the ring: that the twelfth poster of “There are no tickets” was hung when the twentieth first celebration of the fair was completed. A magnificent news, without a doubt, for the company, and also for the party of bulls that, for reasons worthy of a biased study, has regained life despite its serious internal problems and the unbridled activism of its declared enemies.

Another filling for a poster that did not gather on the paper the attractiveness of popular pull figures and that, in the end, demonstrated the three that are capable of being two and a quarter hours in the ring without leaving a single detail in the memory of those present.

That is the problem of many current bullfighters, who are still laborious professionals of an artistic activity that, usually demands more than delivery and fulfillment of duty.

Perera, Adrián and Rufo were announced with a commercial livestock, reserved for the first of the ranks, and bulls with a reputation of fine collaborators with the arrangement of the killers. And none of those in light said anything.

It is true that the bulls did not contribute much; Mansurrones in the first third and noble, but very discharged and without bottom, in the crutch; And that way, the fighting partners were limited to being there, with little tino, few ideas, without sense of the domain already mercy of the few qualities of their opponents.

And therein the weariness was; passes and more forgettable passes before its execution, advantage, very fair delivery and very few instants of bullfighting.

Perera was in the square with his usual good trade, killed his two bulls and left. Fernando Adrián sought the triumph with more interest, but did not find it. He received his first bull with a lantern of his knees, but soon fell apart and collapsed in the sand at the end of a work of the bullfighter as long as heavy. He gave the public the sinner of the fifth, which began with two crutches changed their knees, but the apparent strong character of the bull vanished soon.

And Tomás Rufo, who said goodbye to the fair, like Perera, struggled to the enchanted and fierce sixth, although he could more passion and haste than the intelligent coldness that the occasion required. He started on his knees even twice, but a stranger from the bull when he was distracted by a fallen flag and a subsequent disarmament clouded his good intention. There was delivery, some relaxed crutches, a batch with the left -handed left -hander, but the final set was not as round as expected. A good lunge after a deep puncture left left the fair prize in an ovation.