Half an hour before the start of the bullfight "it rained like when they buried Zafra" (the curious reader can consult the meaning of the saying on Google) but the fact was that, shortly after, the sun even came out and in no time at all the rows, bleachers and volleys of Las Ventas were filled -another there are no tickets at the Fair- and the paseíllo began to walk. But it was when the first bull appeared through the bullpen door and, once again, the sky said, water goes!
On the poster three bullfighters from Extremadura, Perera, Talavante and Ginés Marín (although born in Jerez de la Frontera, Extremadura by adoption) and cattle of three different irons to those that since morning, via social networks, had discussed the presence of some of them, unworthy, they said, of a plaza like Las Ventas.
The fact is that that first bull, de Cuvillo, agreed with them because he weighed almost 600 kg. weight had nothing to do with the demandable rag. And it is that you have the rag -and it enters through the eyes- or you don't have it. Thus, while Miguel Ángel Perera speared the veronica and then with the crutch - the deluge at that moment was of biblical proportions - and barefoot on the mud, he achieved batches of meritorious right hands, some voices from the lines accompanied him with a meow! The truth is that the bullfighter was above the abruptness of the bull and stoically endured environmental adversity, not just the weather.
The fourth "was a guy" -one of those bullfighting slang expressions that perhaps should be reviewed, but that they define well- and here no one said a moo or meow. He tamed in the first thirds and Perera's crew - Curro Javier and Vicente Herrera with the banderillas and Javier Ambel in the fight - put the square on its feet in an extraordinary third of banderillas.
Perera took the crutch and the rain came again, a minor inconvenience for a bullfighter who got superb crutches in bullfighting in the round, the attacks magnetized to the powerful influence of his crutch. The Victoriano one was in good condition, although his meekness led him to seek the fondness at the end of the batches, which, even so, turned out to be as compact as cheers. As happened on his previous afternoon, the sword frustrated what was going to ear and even, injured in one hand, for seconds he got rid of the opprobrium of the third warning and its consequences.
When the sky and spirits had calmed down, Alejandro Talavante greeted the second, also from Cuvillo but with a different seriousness, with mild veronicas. And that, the mettle, was also the virtue of Talavante's work, a bullfighter who, after his sudden goodbye in 2018 and his return last year, already looks more like - in Seville it was seen - the one we all love, starting with himself, of course. A Talavante who carried the attacks by the right python with extraordinary link and length, not so much so when he took the left, with the animal already less. The adjustment of the final manoletinas raised the tension again but the sword did not travel accurately.
The fifth was another of the morning "suspects" and was received as such. Later, with the crutch, there were more bullfighters than bulls and there was no need for a CIS survey to determine that the left won the right, that is to say, that Talavante drew reunited naturals and with a great stroke, while in the round the attacks were not the same. themselves and, therefore, the show off was less. The first two batches were exquisite and that's how the public sang them, but with the bull at least Alejandro had no choice but to get between the pitons and endure stops millimeters from the satchel. He missed the final luck.
De Toros de Cortés - Victorino del Río's second iron, of which the remaining three were - was the one that Ginés Marín fought in his first turn, a bull that neither was nor was it that ruined the expectations that this young bullfighter always arouses and that, without going any further, they were manifested in their first afternoon isidril, ear cut included.
It was to leave the sixth and intensify the protests. Bulls, bulls! Hands up, this is a robbery! some shouted!, although it wasn't that bad either. But hey, it's always healthy to let off steam when they prefer us to keep quiet about so many things, like that, in general. Then it turned out a bull that despite the fact that Ginés Marín put all his effort, nothing did on his part to make the work take off, barely a couple of batches of natives can be remembered in it.
