The teacher has a problem with the box: what is the criterion?

Juanma Moreno’s period coincides at the head of the Junta de Andalucía with the great bullfighting revolution in the Popular Party. Of those profile tasks a decade ago, the python contrary to the one who intersects so much now. Especially in Andalusia, with Canal Sur making history and as a pioneer of as many initiatives as the bullfighting circuits or the technical days for the presidents to unify their criteria. That does not seem to have served too much in the case of the Use of the Maestranza. To September all!

If on Thursday it was Gabriel Fernández Rey who was crowned with Gloria in the Maestranza, yesterday, with the main flat of the Junta de Andalucía Present, Fernando Fernández Figueroa hit a lazy period. What is the criteria that governs the teacher? He interviewed Canal Sur Radio during the previous one to the very dear “Gabi” and said that his performance of the previous day “was correct.” Ole. «The bullfighter did not live up to the circumstances [Castella en el quinto] And I thought it was not appropriate to give the ear ». That is, that neither for reasons for the placement of the sword – in all the yolk – nor by the petition – right. The regulations in the trash. Tremendous! We will be expectant to the statements of Figueroa, more sensible and generally equanimous, although unraveling when he denied the petition to Daniel Luque in the second and then wanted to fix it before the fifth. This is as if a bull of pardon comes out and grant it to the next.

This was an Barbara afternoon of Daniel Luque, and also the golden brooch to the immeasurable April of Morante de la Puebla. He deserved how we said the manager an ear against the mensito, although sweet, foreign, the handsome and expressive second of Garcigrande. An invented task, full of pulse and temper until it breaks into exciting and rhythmic. He took it to the only land on which to achieve those targeted socks that, in their hands, seemed much more by heights and pulse. He closed his delivery with some Luquecinas that were the charismatic icing on his work before embroidering a lunge throughout the yolk.

That was much better sword than the one who knocked out the fifth, when the unfortunate president did grant his ear. Very uncertainly and tremendously demanding that of Justo Hernández, Maceró Luque’s work on a brutal exhibition. A constant take and make. To bet on a bull that nobody saw and to which few would have swallowed. He did, convinced that it could be. He provided it in the media and soon put the cloth ahead, enduring even that hard embroque, which was a world. He tried to pass out what was an impossible, such as when he buried his shoes and offered the crutch with the left -hander full of softness. The dagger came directly to the chest of his shirt. Chapó, Luque.

The Morante

No less brag was the afternoon of Morante de la Puebla. As Belmonte’s War said: “Who wants to see it, that lightens.” Because he puts himself in a place, and with a type of bull that at any time will lay on him. God does not want it. As a fierce, Garcigrande’s room, a great and apparent bull that came orphaned with delivery and thrust. His task was invented, almost irresponsible in excess confidence and exhibition. Only he had faith to this room, which created him overlooked by statueries before having it in his jurisdiction and opening it between beautiful hand changes and trenches. The bull lean on his hands and turned to his ankles. And he was pulling him in the melt until he gave it. Like the square, broken in its recognition to its great return to the ring. He punctured and ran out of ear, but not without ovation: palms for bulerías received him at the door of the Hotel Colón.

He had the Toledo Tomás Rufo the lot of the afternoon. Of three or four ears. Much category had desired, the third color. He fought him better on his beginning, to the beat of the rhythm and joy of an animal that asked for another purity and truth. That was what it seemed to find when he finally took the left to the deep and exciting sixth, more in a natural line than hidden behind the python shovel. He killed him, yes, with a tremendous truth. Ear.

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