San Isidro Fair: The lane bull | Culture

Tomás Rufo closed the big door when he failed with the sword in the sixth in the afternoon, a bull that went on tiptoe for the picador, pursued Fernando Sánchez in flags, who wore in a spectacular pair, and moved in the crutch with many feet and extraordinary nobility, which allowed a triumphal work to the bullfighter Toledano.

That is the lane bull, just strength, well as bread, repeater and with good they are in the final third, which likes and interest the figures already today. With that type of bull, bullfighters enjoy and triumph. As Ruffo would have done if he does not fail with the sword.

He put the square standing with a supposedly easy, linked bullfighting, of little depth in general, but with clean crutches by both hands that alienated the lying, who responded as if they attended a heavenly work.

Certainly, it was not so much. It was the bull in which the uproar was able to in tray, pursued the crutch with singular effort, humiliated, obedient and with fixedness in the deception, and Rufo accompanied him with elegance in different batches with both hands between which one stood out by natural at the end of the very applauded work.

When he was outlined for supreme fate, he had the two ears achieved, but everything remained in a return to the ring to rejoice from an audience that really had a great time.

That was the end, but at the beginning, in the first bull, there were two chites, one by tight chicuelinas of Roca Rey, and another for the same stick, and similar execution of Emilio de Justo, who made the best hope.

But not. There were no more lane bulls in the strict sense of the word, as understood in the current bullfighting nomenclature: with very fair forces, infinite generosity and sweet mobility.

There were no because Victoriano del Río’s run, Mansa in general in the first third, developed unexpected roughness that broke the forecasts of the list, some invalid, like the second rock, and two, the lot of Emilio de Justo that they let themselves be to fight, without their killer reaching a total understanding with both.

Emilio did not end just to lift the flight in his work before the first of the afternoon, of proven quality, without engine in the bowels, with which he was simply neat, without taking off as expected.

Better before the room, of good condition as well, with which it took a world to be coupled, there, at the end of the task, in a batch of natives to feet together and another with the right without the help of the sword. It was a job from less to more, but there was the impression that the bull deserved better treatment.

Roca Rey had worse luck. He didn’t touch any lane bull. Nor his first, which he fulfilled on the horse, hurt in flags and reached the rough and difficult crutch. The fifth was an invalid of the book that provided the president of the Community of Madrid, and was forced to do the pine with the eyelashes to respond to the gesture. Thus, with the cracked and requesty animal, he insisted on drawing an inverted circular, a crushing changed in the back and helped aloud when his opponent had long passed to better life.

Nor did the first of Tomás Rufo, Manso, improve, to which Fernando Sánchez nailed another great pair of flags, and the bullfighter waited for him, crutch in hand, on his knees in the media. The bull came fast, but something happened in the encounter with the bullfighter that the animal was injured and the charm broke. He lost all his ínfulas, he got laugh and there ended the present story.