That Roca Rey fell or got off Victorino’s poster made him less morbid – to see him get along with the cárdenos – but not interesting to an emotional afternoon from beginning to end that ended with all the glory for El Juli because Emilio de Justo ruined his , his immense performance, with the sword. Alberto García’s decision to bet on heads-up was the most correct, not the cheapest, and the most consistent with the idea of an “unpublished” bullfight. The plaza of Valladolid had an appearance – full to the roof tiles – like it had not been seen in years. Juli’s farewell to the land of Pisuerga, which has showered glories for 25 years – 41 evenings, 68 ears, a pardon, 25 large doors, now 26 -, raised a standing ovation that the maestro wanted to share, without any preamble of prominence, with De Justo. Whom he practically grabbed by the shoulder pad: “Both of them, both of them!” He told him.
25 minutes later his voice became feminine: “Both of them, both of them!” The public asked for the second ear after a task of masterful pulse that she already projected with the cape: the waves of the greeting swept the arena, always forward, until leading to two splendid Veronica stockings. The Victorino, with his perfect workmanship and exquisite drawing, soon manifested a brilliant fixity, a wonderful approach, precise power and the lack of a last step that El Juli always gave him. At pleasure on either hand – especially the left – he dosed the luxury and joy climbed up the slopes. In the end the bull became slightly weaker, digging, and the bullfighter made it bigger, now squeezing it completely. The very rear thrust brought a quick death and perhaps the president clung to it, to the placement, so as not to give both ears to the silky lesson. Was the day?
Emilio de Justo’s next turn against a sad-faced moruchete with whom he jammed his fixed gear and also with his sword did not count at all. The victorinada entered a rut and continued in it with a deep, gentle and tough bull. She came out not only meekly, but also hitting breaks. He clinging to the ground, holding on to his hands. He took two punches and waited in flags. He is reserved, hidden and, therefore, of dull danger. Fortunately, people saw it. And he appreciated El Juli’s fight (as brave as it was fruitless) for making him attack. There he in the middle he took him away from the insides that weighed him down, but he did not take him off the ground.
Victorino’s bullfight, which has had such a good year, rose with the brave fourth, the bull of the afternoon until the sixth jumped. As important as the bullfighter, Don Emilio de Justo. Who knew how to wait for him, let him put his face in, hook him and delve into him. The work did not stop growing, the intensity was sustained, the recovery of a guy who left Madrid dead was strengthened. And that has, where it comes from, gigantic merit. Link, fit, more ease in his concept, the resurrected left and the enormous chest passes as hallmarks of the house. He already completed a natural round with the real sword, which is also characteristic, the extra round, I say, and only an ineffective trajectory of the sword and a very long agony – two warnings – stole his second ear. That he didn’t ask for it.
Juli gave the fifth to her former attorney Roberto Domínguez. The bull, as Mexican for its profile as for its sleeping charge, was exclusively left-wing. And JL, who is going to leave as smart as ever, and fresher than anyone (he has balls 25 years later), soaked him, brought him and carried him with infinite length, unbound at the waist and broken body as in the times when Roberto took it over, but without that tension. That was the tribute. And he tied his ear to the bull, already disengaging to leave through the large door as a clamorous farewell to Valladolid.
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