Flashes and baraka of Emilio de Justo under the shadow of Juan Ortega in Seville

He entered the square and there he was, in the ring, the anthological chest pass knee on the ground by Juan Ortega as a monument to bullfighting. Like the entire task. Bullfighting under that long shadow became an arduous task. And yet, Emilio de Justo, like him and in his style, shone at times, also demonstrating his now classic baraka with the best lot of a disappointing run by Garcigrande. He cut off an ear but the success remained to be rounded… In the end, the hangover was too much.

Sitting on the sun terraces became complex with the stifling heat and at the same prices as the star posters, when this was seen as a transition between big events. a lot of brick in view at selective times.

A red bull with a wide chest – and all of it well stuffed – and a friendly expression. I caught the wide flights of Cayetano’s coat on the outside, with notable humiliation. He already pointed out, however, in the semivolatn of the auction, the limited power, if not scarce, that would weigh down his good air. A shame since he always wanted to do it well, especially because of his left hand. But he could not pull himself forward with his strength, and he nodded from pure helplessness. Cayetano prescribed an extraordinary sword blow, in the same hole of the needles, with his unorthodox volapi.

Lighter, without a belly, as if lifted from the ground without being tall, with the tips placed, the next large garcijute jumped also with the right strength, but with an upper left pin and, what is more important, with the necessary bellows and thrust to develop its quality. Which I had already sensed in Morenito de Arls’s cape, which is no small thing. Emilio de Justo applied himself with tact after a skillful beginning of work regulating heights to support the trembling bull that was giving up. But The softness he gave to his left foot not only sustained, but amplified the type of attack. EdJ played the flights and put together three increasing and splendid series of natural ones – four with the last one with feet together -, his wrist providing the flexibility that does not exist in him. It is his concept of rigid wickers, of more kidneys than waist, of more lace than support. It would be inappropriate to place the mirrors of the previous day, which on the other hand gives De Justo the merit of shining under the long shadow of Juan Ortega. And so when I buried a sword blow to law the ear fell in good stead.

Garcigrande’s bullfight, entirely four-dimensional, entered a phase of torpor that was difficult to digest. So lifeless. The dripping third, narrow at the temples, quickly pointed out his short breath. Gins Marn sketched finely drawn vernicas. And with his right hand he pulled the obedient bull beyond the dykes where he raised his roost. Good but finally somewhat insistent in the nearby areas when there was no longer any water to draw from that dry well. They lifted him up and greeted him with a standing ovation. The lowest score so far of the entire group of garcigrandes was obtained by a fourth with the appearance and air of a moruchn, whom Cayetano eliminated with brevity and efficiency.

Tutoro, that’s what the fifth was called, came to be the bull of the bullfight and take us out of our yawns. Brown and round, notable for its balance between seriousness and harmony, which had also been lacking. Since Emilio de Justo picked him up genuflectingly with his cape and began working on him in the same position, he demonstrated humiliation, rhythm and son on his right piton, the piton with capital letters. De Justo built the first part of the task by that hand, settled, tied and long. Tastes aside, and I omitted mine, it seemed like it was going to curdle. There were 30 starts. But things began to change when the left was presented: the attack was defeated from within. When he wanted to come back, returning to the good side, he no longer came back, with the bull at a loss and also the ideas to round out. I killed him behind, there was a slight request and a thank you in the third.

The last time I appeared as a toro like stupidity to remove the position of the worst from the fourth. He did very strange, indecipherable and very dangerous things on the left. Gins made a huge effort to cover it up and get something out of such a dark creature. His presentation also had that point of going blind. How to cross a street in Hanoi. Disconcerting answers and the reward of a return to the ring in the face of so much effort.