In the 13th minute of the 13th bullfight of the fair, the thirteenth, that is, Swindler He had already taken out Jorge Martínez and Cayetano Rivera, literally. An accident. The bull came loose of the two encounters with the horse, knocking him down in the first one, and he ran over the confirmer in a bad way and in an even worse way his godfather, the two crossing each other on the train track.
For Martínez at least his own cape served as a parapet in the somersault, but Rivera was dragged by him like the breastplate as if it were Messala, down there, between the legs and the pitons, to the fire hydrant. She escaped by true miracle with the jacket destroyed, sore and, finally, whole. The confirmation ceremony was a painting with Cayetano in a vest and, therefore, in shirt sleeves.
Swindler, the bull of the ceremony, lived up to its name, as it was an ox. He defeated from the moment he came out, with his thundering head and his coarse neckless body; he drove banderillas from afar; and he lied everything and more in the crutch: he was never true, always hiding something, going wrong, without giving himself away. It is true that JM was very hooked, but it is no less true that it was very difficult to bullfight cleanly. When he didn’t defeat, he slacked off and fell behind. The toricantano He finally resolved with a low thrust.
Cayetano escaped from the goring again at 7:37 p.m. He couldn’t think of anything else but to get stuck on his knees with a bull that through the right piton he came like a predator. There, in the fields of the sun, under Tent 5, he felt the bullfighter stir in his chest, as if a shark were struggling to take out his heart. The reflexes assisted him to react in time and dive headlong into the alley.
The image became terrifying but also peripatetic: the confirmer at times seemed like Cayetano after 20 years of alternative. The broad-headed bull, like the entire bullfight, had its natural treatment but without ever taking it seriously. Rivera doubled up with him as he should have done in the beginning and pulled the ball, that’s how it is, and even put his right hand on him again. A sword blow in his style served as a mask. But The feeling of being permanently at their mercy did not change.