For a man to win the euromillions once is extraordinary news. That he does it twice in a row already touches the divine. God brought Fernando Adrián down to see again with a bull, another, from a fable. If on May 31 he unlocked the Puerta Grande with Contento, a superlative exemplary of Santi Domecq, this June 17 he again surrendered the gate of glory with a huge pupil of Juan Pedro Domecq. The Beneficencia also got the fat one with the name of Kidnapper, that juampedro of excellence who in his left piton carried the key that leads to Calle de Alcalá. At 9:25 p.m. the return to an afternoon of poor atmosphere that, until the bell rang, had belonged to Sebastián Castella.
The lucky FA built a task that started with inappropriate changes from behind and straightened out on his left, which caught on with a series of naturals that made Madrid roar. Kidnapper planned with a barbaric category and Fernando Adrián could feel it back there, the curve where the divinity coiled exceeded the rough aesthetic stops. When he went for the sword, Juan Pedro’s bull had at least a bunch of natives left inside. And he gave them to her with the same line that, being thick, sharpened the attack as he advanced. He buried the sword in her. Madrid went crazy. And he carried it on his shoulders 17 days later. He had not counted on anything before with a Daniel Ruiz bull, very little on the outside and inside. Then Fernando Adrián takes over from Ángel Téllez. Let’s see if he lasts longer.
Castella was caught by another bull from Daniel Ruiz fully in the remove by saltilleras. He hadn’t done more than wake up in the afternoon. And in that removal he threw it on his back without violence, as if in slow motion, with the same temperance that he would later remove. And he could, of course, put the python of his imposing face just as slowly. Fortunately, Castella rolled unscathed on the hillside of which the black badge was attached in memory of the unforgettable rancher. He fell with the lightness of his light body. Like a dry leaf. But he got up beaten to finish off what he had not finished: the removal by saltilleras.
Le Coq would flow with the same fine temper that the good Ruiz bull gave him, who without being a great humiliator developed his best features -fixity, nobility, that are quality- for the right python. The Frenchman understood it perfectly, who always waited for him with his crutch somewhat delayed to guide him, push him -they say now- and bind him. He wanted to fasten the job for some ballerinas that Playful protested. So he closed the play elegantly on the low. A deep, last jab before the thrust reduced the reward to a standing ovation.
Sebastián Castella, his presence -how important it was to hold up the sign and the afternoon until the bell-, his being a figure, not only yesterday, but in the three afternoons that he has passed through Madrid, rounded off the appointment with his firm finesse. A precious bull by Juan Pedro, a topped and tight shoe. It wasn’t as easy as it might seem. He did things with his eyes that were disconcerting and he never gave himself up completely, plucking. Castella empowered what is good – fundamentally obedience – with authority. The beginning of the slaughter was key, to save it with precision and a silk whip. The beauty of that prologue remained above its vital importance. After SC he was established, technically powerful, until a disarmament that should have indicated the end of the task. He continued, however, honoring his long tenacity. He charged a thrust and was about to get an ear that would have rewarded all of his good afternoon. The return fit exactly for this task.