Vichanero did not need or speak: What a bull!

“Oh, if the bulls spoke …” How many times we listen to it, but Vichanero did not miss him, because he already did it with his onslaught. The dream. The ideal to start a season, the ideal to enjoy creativity and freshness. To delight. … And there what delighted was the bull of Carmen Lorenzo, who asked for the return to the field. The public asked for the pardon, he got up from his cntrabarrera Gonzalo Santonja when the president told Sebastián Castella that he had to kill. Because time passed and the notices arrived. Extended had the performance, because it already set a task with the cape, varied and tempered, taking advantage of the benefits of the Murube, which they dismissed with the honors of a very important ovation. Something scarce of auction, carried the bravery in his blood: what nobility, what fixes, what class … an ramming machine that grew in depth by the left python. What a bull to start the year! Of madness. Two ears cut the French figure, although Vichanero liked more. While people were still ramming, the presence of a popcorn seller surprised. A wink in the night of Spanish cinema.

A silence was made in the prologue, which soon became choirs that pulled the bullfighter. ‘Castellanized’ La Candelaria and focused that of Béziers with another bull with possibilities, less tempering but with more spark. Although he launched some geniudo arreón on the left, he replied grateful when he drove the fabrics in a remarkable series. After a long job, he did threats to crack. Another ear pocketed.

The same baptism, Vichanero, brought that of José María Manzanares, although to light years of the class of the previous one, more abrupt its height, which was also that of the bullfighter, emptying the trip above. When in the sixth it seemed that he would drift, the Alicante ran his hand down, with pleasure and power, and the square vibrated at times.

Vichanero I rammed, rammed the run, people left Embistiebdo, and Toreó Ventura, who marked differences in the mixed. On horseback, yes, but with more soul than any. Warm began the season of Diego Ventura in the winter of Valdemorillo: after being wrapped his name (or rather, that of his attorney) in the controversy of the Santander contest, the great figure of the rejones delveted with temper and mastery in the goodness of Malospelos , to which he knew how to measure with listeza. He did it on the back of a young bet like chirico and contrasty horses like mess, a prodigy in a bankruptcy that illuminated the roof. Of movie. The staff cooled somewhat – with almost full in the Candelaria – when the Murube swallowed the final time: his was the first ear.

Superb with a bay that was pure delivery, from the tail to the mouth. Bullfighting with the kidneys to the buoyant fourth. It amazed two clues and with that serene value. Campina, who knows what it is to go out, put the short ones. To put the icing with the roses and the phone.

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