San Isidro Fair: petition and slight palms | Culture

The Las Ventas Square again played back an afternoon. When the third bull died at the afternoon to Roca Rey, the handkerchiefs outlined – it was not clear if in a majority – at the request of the ear to the Peruvian bullfighter. The petition was insistent because the mulillers were delayed in their work, but the president remained firm and did not grant it. The bull crawled, the bullfighter took refuge in the alley and four spectators, not many more, played slight palms.

Unheard. Neither an ovation, nor greeting, nor protests to the box. Nothing. What sense then did the request? Inexplicable, if it were not for the formative lightness of this modern audience that, happily, fills the square, and also floods it with festive ignorance. But this is the sign of the new times.

Did the King deserve the trophy? Determined from the beginning, as usual in this bullfighter. He received his first with Verónica and apron, greeted the subaltern chip in flags, and Roca knelt in the media in the last third and chained two crushed crutches in the back, two others on top and the obligatory chest that dazzled the square. The animal was a good, like all its brothers, but it shows disability, which did not prevent Roca from squeezing until the last drop of his few forces. It was not an ear work, despite the commendable attitude of the bullfighter.

He did walk the fifth, another blessed, very and bland in the first part of a long task that raised the flight in the last three batches with his right hand, in which Toro and bullfighter understood themselves in temperate crutches and linked to those who followed several circular that eventually convinced the respectable.

Another trophy walked the confirming Rafa Serna, who did not disregard his presentation despite the little he has fought since he took the alternative back in 2017 in Seville. He liked the hood in Veronic and Tafalleras chickpeas in his first, and waited from his knees to the sixth with a long -glowed tight tight, and a subsequent bunch of Verónica, and then a Galleus for chicuelinas to take the bull to the horse, topped with a colorful revolera.

Muleta in hand demonstrated delivery, value and, curiously, more trade than he was presumed. His first ended very soon, and it was the sixth that allowed some batches acceptable by both hands. The bull defended himself by releasing his face in each encounter, and Milagro was saved from the accident. A lunge fallen did not prevent an ear walking that they asked for outbursts convinced by the bullfighter’s decision.

Worse luck and a bad afternoon had Urdiales. His first was a Birria, and with the room, more repeater in the crutch, he gave colorless and superficial passes that did not raise any clamor.

By the way, in other years not far away, several bulls this afternoon would have been returned to the pens for their manifest disability. But if someone doubts that times have changed, this afternoon is an infallible test. Bonancible, aborted, very soft, but the six have died in the ring without deserving it.