San Isidro Fair: Perera, San Bindered and neotauromia | Culture

If someone asked about the meaning of neotauromaquia, we could either put an example the show that occurred in the third of the San Isidro Fair. A very long duration celebration (almost two hours and 45 minutes), very boring, and in which the caste and bullfighting did not make an appearance.

An unequal presentation of Fuente Ymbro, Mansa in the horses, and that wasted as much nobility as lack of strength and brave caste. “Yes, but a great bull dealt,” some will say. Well, what each one understands by great bull depends. If what they want is an unprecedented animal in the first third, but of infinite nobility, fixity, class and humiliation in the crutch, yes, Embitteredthat was the name of the blessed, it was. If, on the other hand, what they expect is one that fights in rods, pursue in flags and waste caste, demand and emotion until the end, much less.

“Man, but Perera made a great task; if he does not come to prick he cuts the two ears,” add others. It depends, “what depends”, which would say the song. Yes, if the Extremadura had buried the sword to the first, surely, the double trophy would have walked. Taking into account the very low demand for this new Plaza de Las Ventas, that does not mean much either. And even more than debatable is the great task.

Perera, who does not have a hair, already glimpsed the quality of San Bitter out of exit He ordered the picador to punish him, and so it was done. He provided the public knowing what he had in hand and cited him, on his knees, in the center of the ring. And there that Ricardo Gallardo went galloping. The vibrant start of the slaughter followed four batches, on the right side, of crutches full of tempering, power and length, executed, however, online and with the fate unloaded.

The bull, fixed and delivered until more could, did not make a stranger. Instead of demanding, he obeyed. How sad. And Perera, lying almost always, exposed himself. No hand changes, so infallible to this alluvion audience, and other accessory lots. On the contrary, little or no natural bullfighting. A short and rugged batch and it ended.

A warning listened in that bull and two in the first, an overwrite of Chamaco that replaced the headline, injured when leaving chiqueros. “What tired you are!” They were shouting from the laying. He did not care that the horned one cracks at the first change, nor that the defensive reservoir ram; Perera insisted and insisted on a very heavy work.

The fifth also returned to the pens, this is invalid. Again, another old man from Chamaco, just as meek and reservoir as his brother. A bull who asked, precisely, what Ureña did not offer him: command. Apatatic and cold, he was drifting, always citing with the delayed crutch and rehearsing passes, most hooked. It was not better with the second of the afternoon, Mansito, although promptly and mobility. Ureña, who had played it in a quite for Gaoneras, did not get up and was very detached.

Noble and bland was the lot of Ginés Marín, left over ex officio and delivery. He liked a very bullfighter to the third task – good the trenches and passes of the disdain – and built a work that went from less to more in the last one, which he killed well. And that, today, is a lot.