San Isidro Fair: What a big door, Talavante | Culture

Fair first and first large balance. We start well. How do you notice that the isidwith their suits and gala dresses, their flap carnations, ears, perfectly equipped, with the gintonic In one hand, the white handkerchief in the other. Those lying to overflow, runaway triumphalism and demand, for the soils.

San Isidro began and the first graceful has been Alejandro Talavante, who left on his shoulders between the general enthusiasm after cutting two ears of very little weight to an extraordinary River’s bull that left without that pair of appendices, but, also, without curling.

The Extremadura had passed with more grief than glory to the second, as noble, as soft and bland, in a profile task and without grace; Then he met Mysterythat was loose on the horse and meanned in flags, but that rammed exceptionally and tirelessly in the last third. What a fix! What nobility! What kind and depth in the onslaught! A bull to embroider the bullfighting, which did not make Talavante.

He started well, like it, very tempered, to continue in two batches of crutches that sprouted naturally. But, here is the mystery, when it was the moment of truth, Talavante threw himself into the light pool to link very linked series, but devoid of depth and truth. The Cite, in profile; The leg, delayed; The crutches, without finishing back. The blessed animal, an ramming machine, did not throw a bad look. What else wanted, then, Talavante to really put on and do bullfighting as God commands? Who knows.

The fact is that people liked it and after a slightly rear and detached lunge they asked for the double trophy. So far, all normal. You already know with the isid… The most serious came later. The president, the one who should safeguard the category of the square, granted it. And what live the party!

Without the heat of the crowds that accompanied Talavante on the way to Alcalá Street, he left, however, the only one who really played it. Clemente, young French right -hander, confirmed the alternative with enormous dignity and, if not for the rally that hit the sword, would have cut an ear to the first.

We must see what firmness was planted in front of a hard, violent and demanding exemplary of Victorian, who never gave anything, that measured millimeter and that, sometimes, rejected looking for the bulge. Quiet always the shoes, Clemente breastfed, endured the arreones and stops, and left crutches, in round and natural, of enormous merit. In one of those, the bull hunched it, pouring him dramatic for the jacket in some anguishing seconds that became eternal. Miraculously, it came out unharmed.

Before the meek sixth, who went soon and with transmission to the CITE and then dazzle everything with his lack of class and Sosía, he showed again ready, but there was no understanding.

Nor was Juan Ortega understood with his lot, which he left, yes, a first half Veronica in a chicuelinas quite before the third, noble and of good background, but well come less. There is no doubt that Sevillian always accompanies good taste, but with that it is not enough. When the occasion requires it, you also have to take the step. Ortega did not give it and just accompanied the onslaught, almost always to the thread of the python.

Less confidence still demonstrated with the fifth geniudo, who moved defensive and with his face through the clouds. Not to mention the unfortunate show that starred with the sword: seven punctures and two unreasonable needed to settle his opponent. And the bullfighting?