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The great missed opportunity | Culture

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The Fuente Ymbro bullfight, except for the tame fifth, was like the great occasion that every bullfighter dreams of at the fair and first-class plaza. But that great opportunity was lost in limbo and none of the three swords, with their personal nuances, knew how to take advantage of such a rich delicacy. The saying “there is no bad fifth” was shattered in a bullfight with five high-quality bulls, especially the first four. Steers of great success: with determination, noble, tireless on the muleta and with their share of quality. But wasted, anyway. A shame.

Busily, with absolute will as a flag, the task of Niño de las Monjas at the first of the afternoon. A steer with formidable builds, not very well treated in the fight during the first two thirds, but with a frank, noble and humiliating journey every time he put his face in the muleta. The first two series with the right hand were the best of the bullfighter’s work, as he gave everything he has even though he did not always finish adapting to such a notable steer no matter how many turns he gave it.

Another waste of will from the headliner in the room, but little more. And another bull who offered to collaborate, but found no understanding. With a pass changed from knees to the back and a series of the same way, he started the task. Gas effect, because then it was a whole I want, but also a I can’t. The task fell apart and the sword ended up leaving the thing to nothing at all.

Great steer for the second, received with two long changes in the third by Jarocho. Of the three pairs of banderillas that he put up, the first was unsuccessful but he made amends in the other two: well executed and placed. For the crutch, Fuente Ymbro’s was an inexhaustible flow of attacks. Jarocho started on his knees and what came next was a desire for a somewhat crowded task, jumping between high-level crutches and others of little control. In any case, Jarocho stood up to a bull who asked for papers. The thrust, somewhat loose but withering, prepared the people to ask for his ear.

The fifth of the afternoon broke with the patterns presented by the previous four. At first he was a bull of different construction, a taller point, more defensive and armed as a forward. He was one of those tame ones that are said by the book. He didn’t want a horse or a crutch. Jarocho’s three pairs of banderillas were of firm execution and placement. And now with the crutch, one that he didn’t want, the bull, and another, the bullfighter, who was looking for his ways with the intention of getting water from a dry well. The fight went through the entire arena, and Jarocho tried to fight in the air of such a tame animal wherever he wanted, which was no other place but enclosed in boards. That work was very well done, but without relevance. Another decisive blow of the sword closed the chapter.

The first steer that Javier Zulueta raffled distributed nobility and quality in equal parts. A beginning of the task, with bullfighting doubloons until the bull was taken out of the third, seemed to prelude a high-flying task. But it was not like that. A trickle of class in Zulueta, but it never really reached people’s interest. He lacked soul in that work, of insufficient content, in the face of a bull that was offered to him without conditions.

The sixth was also a repeater in the crutch, without the class of the first four, but with enough distance. Zulueta didn’t finish catching his breath either. Mechanical and repetitive, the task accumulated many passes, but little else.

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