The torista birria as an argument

Beyond Morante's boundless ambition, which once again shed delicious drops of his artistic mystery, the cold elegance of Manzanares, and the bullfighting jewelry of Talavante, the protagonist today was the bull.

The Matilla house sent a poorly presented bullfight, a young bull, tame, lacking caste, and with a syrupy charge, unbecoming of the supposed category of this bullring and the bullfighters on the bill.

It will never be known whether it's the rancher who imposes his presence at the fair or the figures who demand this cattle. Whatever the case, what we saw today was a caricature of the fighting bull, a mere joke, even though some charged with extreme gentleness.

Seville deserves a different kind of bull, and the level of standards for the presidential teams shouldn't be allowed to fall every year with the help of a bullfighting-loving public and complacent figures.

This circumstance didn't stop the spectators who packed La Maestranza from having a great time with Morante's always surprising and inspired bullfighting; they were on the verge of leading an elegant and cold Manzanares through the Puerta del Príncipe (Prince's Gate) and were amused by Talavante's bullfighting jewelry.

Morante once again poured out his artistic mystery in torrents. Motivated from the start and gripped by boundless ambition, he appeared like a novillero eager for triumph. He failed to shine with the cape on any of his bulls, but excelled greatly with the muleta. His first, a spunky and kind bull, was greeted with beautiful high passes close to the boards, which he completed with a signature pass and the obligatory chest pass. A spectacular start. Intermittently, due to the bull's lack of strength and character, sublime, long, tight, and beautiful right-hand passes emerged in a long and thoughtful performance by the bullfighter, culminating in a connected series before a warning sounded. The bullfight began in the same way with the fourth bull, reserved and with little range with the muleta. But Morante's commitment and proximity forced him to charge a silly bull, with which the bullfighter once again achieved moments of brilliance. This time he killed the first one and walked away with a well-deserved trophy.

Manzanares, perhaps, found his true colors against two very noble opponents, the kind who seem to fight on their own; and he did it well, in a showroom setting, of course, with cool elegance in the face of the animal's very sweet performance. Even better was the fifth, another chocolate bar, which he handled cleanly and very detachedly, so that his entire performance lacked depth and passion. It seemed as if Manzanares was fighting for a documentary with an imaginary bull. The serious thing is that if he had hit the bull with the sword, he would have been awarded two ears, which would have meant opening the Puerta del Príncipe for a double performance that, without a doubt, was not worthy of such a high award.

And Talavante, lost, aimless, before the foolish third bull, who turned Javier Ambel around at the exit of the second pair of banderillas, and made an effort before the sixth, another of a syrupy character, with which he created intermittent moments of beautiful bullfighting that lacked depth. Despite this, part of the crowd cheered him on with shouts of "Torero, torero" before he delivered a sword thrust.

In short, the bar for La Maestranza is very low, not everything is acceptable, these bulls are unfit for this bullring, and Morante, Manzanares, and Talavante did not live up to their status as figures by announcing themselves with them.