The Sanfermines already face the "poor me", visitors from all geographies will return to them, the city is preparing to return from the revelry to its affairs and in memory there will be days with hours to go.
But before all that, there is still the confinement and the bullfight tomorrow, by Miura. About this afternoon, just finished, we will go into flour after a preamble that has to do with the reactions to what has happened so far.
It happens that critical voices are raised that cry out for the loss of identity of the so-called Feria del Toro, which has so much to do with what happens in the arena (the running of the bulls, I won't even tell you); the presentation of the bulls (not always in accordance with what is expected and was the norm); the reactions on the lines (from the circumspect shadow to the riot of the sun) and the erratic decisions of a presidential box squatted every afternoon by a councilor or councilor.
There are those who tear their clothes, also those who proclaim that the one in Pamplona has become, in practice, a third-class bullring in which anything goes, the destoring is rewarded and the bull is not accounted for. And, as a corollary to all this, the bullfighters make use of resources such as bullfighting on their knees, passes of all brands to the detriment of fundamental bullfighting, rudeness and looks at the lines, preferably those of the peñas. Hence - they argue - the devaluation of the triumphs and the big doors (several and double) among part of the specialized critics and what has been called tweeted (the bullfighting fans who use - with the permission of Elon Musk - the network blue bird social
Of course you have to defend the integrity of the rite and, in it, the bull; of course raise your voice before any outrage; demand respect from professionals for themselves and for those who pay to see them; censor certain behaviors in the lines or the commented arbitrariness of the decisions of the presidential box. But getting great and denying by system seems to me, at least, an exercise in narcissism that contributes little to the cause. Before the contrary.
Guessing all this, when Emilio de Justo, Roca Rey (mass idol) and Tomás Rufo started the paseillo, while the bulls from Victoriano del Río (new morning speed record) waited in pigpens, everything was already, like every bullfight afternoon , in any square, excitedly waiting for the event.
Emilio de Justo picked up the first one well with the cloak, who charged with his face through the clouds and put his kidneys in his first encounter with the picador.
With the crutch in his right hand, the man from Extremadura, always well positioned and at the right distance, the average, to bring the attacks, linked four batches with command and good expression and naturally the Victoriano responded with less delivery and a certain abruptness. Measured, strong slaughter, last manoletinas, half a lunge up and delay with the outrageousness that left her without a tangible prize.
Good play of arms, temperance, in the bunch of speedboats from Roca Rey to the first of his batch, who took the cloak with buoyancy, the same thing he did at the beginning of the task with right hands, very close, long and straight, such that it happened when it changed hands. Back to the right, the best of the fretting, with a series in the round with the crutch in front, coiled the lunge and espaldine shot before the chest. And then another in the same son prior to taking the sword, which he later left in the arena to fight naturally without help and end with tight luquesinas. The lunge, straight and high, did not have the desired effect and the pissing spoiled everything. An ovation for Roca Rey and a return to the ring for a bull of enshrined nobility.
Tomás Rufo appeared in Pamplona and he did it with good command of the cape in sets with feet together, with the bull charging with his face from below. He started the work on his knees, fighting in the round as if he were standing up, fit, warm and long and final. Bull of good condition that faded, even threatened to crack, with which Rufo showed firmness and pure concept in a long-length bullfight culminating with a stab from which the bull took a long time to bend, which did not prevent scarves from appearing and, with them, the one of the usía.
Emilio de Justo's Chicuelinas as reception sets to the fourth, in which, for the first time at the fair, there was a moment of rivalry in quites, when Emilio de Justo replied with committed chicuelinas to the one from Roca Rey por caleserinas. It was not the best that centuries have seen, but the intention is appreciated. But arriving at the last third the animal turned out to be the most lackluster of those fought up to that moment and despite the fact that De Justo tried it with a commendable attitude, which cannot be, well that.
The fifth, a real "turkey" and almost six years old, and beware of the fact - what he would say - called "Spanish". But things happen, "Español" got hurt, limped and went back to the pigsties. And the hat (which detracted from rags) came out, with the other brand of the house, Toros de Cortés, which Roca Rey went to receive at the gayola gate, declaration of intent.
Long change in a hurry and body on the ground. Later, sets without much relief, that if they had the right hands on their knees with which, in the media, they began the task and with it also the cries of Peru, Peru!. Vibration in the attacks and a good pulse from Roca Rey to take them with temperance. Offensiveness and the crutch on the left hand in naturals with a good line, bossy and long... and I move on to the special effects, arrimon, looks at the line, espaldines, rudeness, crutch to the sand, sword too... Thrust on the bottom, quick death of the good bull, unleashed euphoria, two ears and there sorrows.
Two and a half hours after the paseillo, the sixth came out, which did not allow Tomás Rufo to show off a cape. And neither did he arrive at the crutch, very stationary, despite the fact that the Toledo player put everything on his side, in nearby lands to provoke some attacks that were not such.
Roca Rey again on his shoulders, the image of the winner of the Fair, although tomorrow the Miuras are waiting and who knows.
