José Bergamín, always lucid, defended the noucentista idea of its universality in the face of the pure nature that surrounds bullfighting culture: “The traditional traditionalism has corrupted bullfights, neither more nor less than theater, painting, literature, music , Catholicism, politics”, to sentence “Bullfighting is not Spanish, it is interplanetary”.
Proof of this, today's poster in Las Ventas: a Spaniard from Linares, Adrián de Torres; a Frenchman from Arles, Juan Leal and a Mexican from Aguascalientes, Leo Valadez. Three bullfighters looking for their place in the sun at the party. By the way, in Las Ventas, but in civilian clothes in the alley, Serafín Marín, Catalan and bullfighter.
Go ahead, the Fuente Ymbro bullfight, with a bull close to turning six, wore a cloth, including antlers, that was breathtaking and the first merit of the bullfighters was to face it with a commendable delivery. Add to this that, with nuances, his condition did not make it easy, quite the contrary. Of course, the emotion was a constant throughout the afternoon.
The first two, for example, were barely enough for Adrián de Torres, all firm, to take two tremendous somersaults, one when attempting a chicuelina and the other, just when a voice shouted from the line, don't risk your life, Adrián! handling the crutch in a task that was followed with interest and with good moments in bullfighting in the round. In his turn, Juan Leal, a right-hander of proven value, faced a thrashing of wicked intentions and no options and shortened.
Another thing was that of Leo Valadez, for the better in the course of the (good) fight. Valadez showed off with the cape (in all his interventions), showing the variety so typical of Mexican bullfighters and structured a task in which he took advantage of the attacks of a bull that had depth through the right piton.
There was adjustment, binding and length in series finished off with formidable chest passes. Therefore, after he went after the sword in righteousness, being caught without consequences, and the bull rolled at his feet, the handkerchiefs added up to the majority and the just reward arrived.
Already in the second half of the celebration, Adrián de Torres once again left his seal of established plants and maximum commitment, but the bull did not respond to the bet of a bullfighter who wins contracts by blood and fire, such that last Palm Sunday in this same square and that allowed him to enter today to replace El Fandi, injured.
On his knees in the media, Juan Leal began his muleteril work in the fifth round against a bull that lacked dedication (that of the bullfighter is not in dispute) but that offered certain possibilities due to the left python not always seen by his matador who, yes, ended up stuck between the pitons. And hanging from them he stayed in the lunge, give and take. Miracle that everything was left in the beating while, the bullfighter on the sand, the pitons passed millimeters from his anatomy.
The Valadez world championship was put together in the remove by "zapopinas" of heart attack to which the square closed, which went to the cape like a high-speed train. He gave a toast to the Catalan bullfighter Pepín Monje, who was in his gang until an injury six years ago forced him to retire from a task that, as was the show, was presented with triumph but the bull, reserved, frustrated the illusions of the bullfighter and public . Despite this, he leaves his poster on the rise.
