2023-10-07 20:56:09
@zabaladelaserna
Madrid
Updated Saturday, October 7, 2023 – 20:56
The very uneven bullfight of El Pilar, of fragile power and diminished background, weighs down the hopes of Damín Castao, Juan Ortega and Pablo Aguado, but not without offering some bulls with options
Quit in Juan Ortega’s painting in the early afternoon JAVIER BARBANCHP
Those who have told him that he can bullfight beautifully have done Damin Castao a disservice. Or those who sang the naturals of September as the naturals of the season. Damin, who is an honest guy, a seasoned bullfighter, hardened in a thousand hard battles, and therefore deserves all the respect, he came in to replace this line-up of artists, perhaps also infected with the fact that his work should follow that path. And he kept wanting to compose the figure throughout his first task, forgetting about bullfighting. I mean that the El Pilar bull, with a good hook and little push to get out, a bit sticky due to the kind humiliation of him, needed to be hooked from the front. And Damin passed out the crutches. As if he bullfighted beautifully.
Juan Ortega, who came with the aura of today is going to be, He had drawn on DC’s bull a quit with loose and lazy arms, two veronicas of exact cadence through the left piton. And an average of expensive flight. It remained as a letter of introduction for what later could not be with a bull without zeal, little humiliation and, in general, little of everything. So washed out on the outside. Ortega left that seal of art that in Madrid is the trench. And a change of hand. Without the possibility of spinning anything else with that careless onslaught.
Before the halfway point of the afternoon, Pablo Aguado won the trench scoreboard with two and a signature pass that capped a nice prologue. The well-dosed task prologues on social networks, in slow motion, give you an entire task. Aguado did not need slow motion because that is his speed. As was that of a well-made bull, cinqueo like JO’s, but more formed in his rag. And also more humiliating. Nobility cracked by lack of bravery, Pablo does not hook the attacks more than Castao. Although it accompanies better. Nothing happened and the notes, also with the cape, blurred.
The only black bull of the sextet who, in turn, increased, with and from him, his seriousness rose as fourth. He didn’t have much power, but things were happening in his clay bottom, he was able to handle things well, I don’t know. Damin Castao broke out of the artist mold with a long change of knees, and returned with a vernicas with splinted arms that Madrid chanted. I remembered Daniel Luque at that moment and during the task that the man from Salamanca carried out in leaps and bounds (and with his hat on). In bullfighting there may be certain injustices, but in general nothing is just because. Neither above nor below. Castao, who is now celebrating 11 years of alternative, killed him extraordinarily well. His way and his place, which he has, are others. His batch wasn’t bad. He had earned this position through his own merits, and that is fine even if he did not fit the meaning of the poster.
As the fifth, a tall bull jumped out, ungainly, bad-tempered and distracted. With an open face and a race on the run. A bluff. For Juan Ortega it was the most denied lot, without Ortegaism avoiding the snack of the enthusiastic previous columns. Mine, Pelez’s and so on. The season had been nice in smaller settings -Valdemorillo, Santander, Valladolid- and it was about encouraging the endorsement, once absent in San Isidro, in the great showcase of Madrid. At this point in the bullfight, I’m afraid, Juan’s spirit had shriveled in despair. A bit of vernica for the memory, another for chicuelinas. Neither bread for today, nor for the soul,
Luque had also come to mind with Pablo Aguado’s previous bull, and not so much with a last bull that was highly protested, perhaps because of its expression, but I don’t think it was because of its volume or its army. It closed a ladder run, at the end of the season, like in department stores. Aguado passed the procedure with that empty movement. End of absolute disappointment.
Monumental of Sales. Saturday, October 7, 2023. Fifth of the fair. Almost full. El Pilar bulls, two cinqueos (2 and 3); very uneven presentation, a staircase; of fragile power and poor race; 1, 4 and 3 had options; lackluster 2 and 5; The 6th moved empty.
Damin Castao, cobalt and gold. Forward lunge and scalping (silence); lunge (silence).
Juan Ortega, in pale pink and gold. Pierced lunge (silence); puncture and thrust (silence).
Pablo Aguado, bishop and gold. Average and three crazy things. Notice (silence); half each (silence).
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