San Isidro Fair | to take wind

Monumental Plaza of Las Ventas, May 12, 2023

3rd of the San Isidro Fair

Three quarters of a long entrance on a pleasant spring afternoon, without the dreaded heat of these times, but with an annoying wind that, like yesterday, grew stronger throughout the afternoon and bothered the bullfighters a lot..

Six Juan Pedro Domecq bulls between 551 and 598 kilos. Cum on type, serious, astifina, very well presented. Far improving the level of presentation of the first two days of the fair. Bulls made, curdled, of those that without mammoth spells generate respect for the bullfighter and transmit danger to the public, the best definition of trapío. Bulls with nuances in their game that highlight the recovery of a historic ranch. out of tune the third. A day with less wind they would have looked much better and some could have been a real success. Above all I would have liked to see the sixth on a mild day. Mobility and race could well define confinement.

Daniel Luque, in burgundy and gold, received an ovation after a slight request for an ear and some palms. Ángel Tellez, in purple and gold, silence after notice and some applause. Francisco de Manuel, of cobalt blue and gold, silence after two notices and silence after notice.

[🎥 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗘𝗡] In 𝗩𝗜́𝗗𝗘𝗢, from the hand of @ mundotorotv1, the best moments of the third celebration of #SanIsidro2023 lived today in #LasVentas.

👉🏻 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙡 𝙇𝙪𝙦𝙪𝙚 left the highlights before the first of the afternoon and greeted 𝙤𝙫𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙤́𝙣. pic.twitter.com/UKz4v3ygIF

– Plaza de Las Ventas (@LasVentas) May 12, 2023

In his corresponding removal of the first bull of the afternoon, Ángel Tellez was overwhelmed when trying to gaoneras. He was removed unconscious with great commotion in the square due to the violence of the somersault. The turn was taken, with the acquiescence of his companions, to see if he recovered and finally he was able to deal with his lot in fourth and sixth order.. The medical report described a thoracic lumbar trauma with a reserved prognosis, noting that the exit to the ring was made under his entire responsibility..

Juan Navazo dismounted after matching the sixth.

Aeolus blows in these Mays, maybe it's asking for water. She moves whatever she finds in her path, skirt, flag or crutch. To some he puts them in a tight spot, to others he just waves them. The last ones he tortures, moving them without permission, with no rhyme or reason or criterion. The bull in his color blindness reacts to the movement. He charges at anything that moves, as we would say, vulgarizing his trade. They attack convulsive fabrics that exacerbate their instincts. That wrong move, that unexpected action distorts the result, dismantles any technique and gives bad results.

The fabric of the crutch, thick but delicate, has a silky drape and a cottony elegance. It is a veil that moved by those sensitive wrists trigger with much judgment the reaction of the beasts. It is subtle, thoughtful, and also unnoticeable from the third row.. The muleta, being flat, is not a board and does not act rigid. The estaquillador is the backbone that gives body to the muleta. It is held with four fingers and moves with the soul. That pulsing of the fabrics is years of training. You have to adapt the rhythm, the where and the when to the bull. The pure thing is to move the bamba, the center of the muleta, with the subtlety of an artist. That undulation from above that moves the red of the sacred rag like a wave is the key to bullfighting. The secret of the boarding, the law of stopping and the temper and the explanation of the command.

Because maybe from above, with a gin and tonic in between, the subtlety of the movement of some well commanded bulls sounds like an exaggeration. But anyone who has to solve the problem of derailing a bull by removing it from its path, in which you have put yourself, understands that the subtlety can make you dead or alive.. The rush of the bull is not blind but precise. An enemy in front of such a size chases fabrics or lives depending on the touches whose intensity and timing you decide under terror. A small miscalculation and the thigh becomes a crutch at the mercy of the morlacos. You put the red with the blood in stampede.

That is why the wind is so bad and it is the first question when the bullfighter wakes up in the panic room. Up from the trip, or from trying to sleep as much as possible so that unconsciousness rules, the bullfighter who wakes up with commitment in Las Ventas wants to know about his condition. The wind is more of an enemy than any livestock, it is worse than a hangover, than not having confidence, not having more contracts.

Sales is not because of the wind, but they put the square where the troublemaker seems to turn around. That corner of the town, a former sales center, owned by the parish called Espíritu Santo, brought together businesses that had to be organized like boats hove to. The wind would move the awnings as they move the tackle to someone who fights with lights. Too many days of wind accredit the flags, a square without shelter.

Today the influence of the void in the development of a celebration was accredited. An unacceptable vacuum by the laws of physics that when filled with air, in a hurry and without regard, we usually call it wind.. Good bullfight that has remained almost. Too bad because certain Domeqs wanted and the bullfighters could. Good moments arose when the determination of the crutch below, of the irreversibility of getting on one's knees or of the heads or tails of whatever God wants drew from the bulls attacks and applause from the public. The solvency of Luque and the class of Francisco Manuel joined the delivery of a Tellez who left the infirmary languidly to fulfill his commitment. Luque, as director of the bullfight, admitting the delay, made a generous gesture that in other times might not have been given. He came out against all odds, against medical criteria, against wind and tide.

I want this run to be repeated without wind. With today’s six bulls. And with the three bullfighters. By the way, to those who protested the cites, the finishing touches or the punctures, after the windy day, I feel obliged to send them to hell. I had enough today.