After Morante, ‘Naide’; And after ‘Naide’, Borja Jiménez

They put on Thursday night a canvas on the arena of the teacher, not to protect him from the storm, but to guard the holy footprint of Morante. His marks from the courtyard of the Desoldero to the Sun area, where he signed the dreamed lunge, were still intact on the old mountain. They did not water the Alcalá Albero, it is not going to be that the Agüilla was to erase it. Sevilla was already dawned and caught. In a kind of youthful falling. Like that of Susanna Griso, presumed recipient of the handkerchief of the Morante jacket that Joaquín Moeckel had given him from the alley of the Sanctasantórum del Toreo to the Casablanca winery. He talked about bulls in Seville, thanks to the genius and television, which also presumed from the Junta de Andalucía del Andalucía Million spectators that had pocketed Canal Sur thanks to the bulls. Rubén Amón, who patrimonialized the political gathering of May 2 where Alsina to talk about the lifting of the bulls, hallucinated with the audience in a corrillo of Adriano Street: «And why not also in San Isidro?». In time they are.

The trace of Morante Intacta followed when the teacher was almost filled with her triumph this Friday with Castella and Manzanares (And Borja, of course). Veredes things. The sale of last minute tickets was shot as if at the box office sold VHS with which to rewind the previous run. And from the miracle of Morante we enter the fright of Jandilla. We would have to overcome the memory too much to remember a more insufferable run than this. At the exit of the sixth, the balance was terrifying. Five silences between Castile, that he did not go for the sword, Manzanares, that he has long lost his spark, and JimandNez, who seemed infected by the ‘freshness’ of both in the third.

At nine o’clock at night, the bullfighter of spartinas was planted at ten meters from playing for Dribol it between pendulos. It rang Juncal, The largest of the bullfighter pasodobles, with a thunderous ovation for the Tejera band. At least they were going to listen to the suffered fans some music. And Borja woke up with them to quote very convinced and ahead in a first vibrant series that fueled with a lvery breast pass. This play in this play, which would still maintain its nobility and smoothness at medium height. The bullfighter captured it when intelligence turned to a circular behind and took the left. A Take and Daca. I asked him for something that he did not have, very delivered and spattered to this play, King in the Jandilla Desert.

It was the last series of the final arreón. More tight with his right hand, taking the last one that still had the jandillion bragadito, half height and without removing the crutch from his face. He screwed one with the other behind and the square was disliked. Borja had raised aLate sunk in the most absolute failure. I was delivered, lucid as a few times. Passed out in those last three with a delayed right -hander and his chin nailed to his chest. He took the sword and He embroidered a lunger as few are remembered. Above backs fell with a teacher full of scarves; as the presidential box on which Luque Teruel rested two. Two earsexcessive, like Recognition of delivery and merit whose He raised the tough afternoon that is remembered in the teacher. So hard that it was a hobby test for those present: if you were and endured until the end, pass through the Pagés office that will validate this run with the Merit Medal of the fans.

And at nine and twenty at night he left Borja Jiménez the populous Iris street endorsing Guerrita’s maximum: «After Morante, ‘Naide’; And after ‘Naide’, Borja ».

On the edge of the notices was Castella with both bulls. How can the tasks be extended so much? He only lacked from the percherón to Manuel Jesús Bernal and get on to chop: he went to Portagayola before the first clarines sounded, Dio half a hundred hoods And he even dared to take his fought so we don’t know very well what. Already at the last minute of the fight left Viottiwhich blew a bass better than everyone who had given his superb Matador. Zapatero to your shoe, they say. He had been messy, distracted and mensito this first of Jandilla, of dark pythons and somewhat attacked weight. It cost him a life to get out of the tables and did not consented anything above. He went from bronco to insulsobetween heads and onslaught with the python outside. He was still Castella as if he were to achieve something. Insufferable. And at that time a neighbor of Tier looked at us and told us: «That this bullfighter is and not Emilio just in Seville …». Amen. Longer was his task to the fourth, violent and hard, going from the insufferable to the insufferable.

He reappeared without luck Manzanares, which was at least brief.

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