Puerta Grande for Jandilla, the bullfight of the fair: Borja Jiménez and Sebastián Castella remain at the threshold in Las Ventas

Jandilla's bullfight was a Puerta Grande event. Not just for the bullfighters, but for itself. If he could carry the breeder on his shoulders, Borja Domecq would already be carrying the photo down Alcalá Street right now. It was the bullfight of the fair, with Victoriano's permission. There was a gem like Vid, which Borja Jiménez put together , and another like Zafio, which Sebastián Castella enjoyed. Their bravery was different but excellent. These were the cornerstones of a sextet that marked the difference in these last few days between the movement of the bull and what it means to truly charge. Without the "they ate partridges and lived happily ever after" ending for such an important bullfight.

BJ initially fought with two prison guards and enjoyed the public's support. He also returned as the winner of the last San Isidro to face an intense stretch of this season, but his brilliant performance resurrected the best SC. Both fell short of the due glory due to the sword. A significant ear went to the Espartinas bullfighter, and a lap of honor went to the Beziers bullfighter. Little reward.

The third bull, at 7:49 p.m., leaped out, a perfectly drawn bull, a harmonious blow, a charm, as they call it. With a splendid neck and superlative class, he descended the chute of his humiliation. Defined from the first passes . Almost beforehand, announced by the announcing stride. Vid was the name of the Jandilla of velvety bravery. Borja Jiménez nailed him from the opening passes, the bull breaking forward, always demanding a tremendous amount of him. From then on, the bullring roared as if freed from punishment, from the yoke of the pests. Borja was filled with joy. The faena took place with both hands, always seeking the curve, the stroke behind the hip, where it died below.

BJ played the flights of his left, very tight on the kidneys and with an open rhythm, and Vid provided the other rhythm, that of quality. Not a single fault for the bullfighter from Espartinas, with his meat on the grill at all times . From that initial trench on his knees to those at the pass of the clasp. When the Jandilla had said "I'd had it," he had charged with such dedication and dedication. It's not the same as passing. From the straight volapié, there was a swift, deadly thrust. The handkerchief was unleashed with force. The president knew they were going to ask for a second. Just as he knew the placement of the thrust. And he held on. The ear carried real weight.

The bullfight shook Sebastián Castella's pride, as he returned from the viaduct and shed the withered shell of boredom. It revived the version of the Castella who has accumulated the most important resume in this arena in the 21st century. He faced Zafio , of imposing build and swagger, another extraordinary bull. He had a different style, a different rhythm, a bravery of greater weight and depth. SC settled, clarified his thoughts, and moved his hand, temperately, asleep or waiting for his left hand. Until he closed the gap and Madrid burned. Everything that Borja Domecq's superb bull did exuded enormous seriousness. As did Castella. He got stuck at the end with his sword, narrowing the triumph to a lap of the ring.

Borja Domecq has made the distinction in recent days between the movement of the bull and the real charge.

A lion-colored bull, charging forward, with limited flexibility, touched high on the horns, crowning his build and low stance, which tapered from behind, opened the afternoon. From the start, he disarmed Castella with his hands in front, on the inside, on the left horn. His side was always the right, with a sharp point in the twist at the end of his noble pass. SC began with six double passes, six, finished off with a triple pass. A lush series of six right-hand passes, six, flat as a board, as if to quickly use them all up. The problem was that every time the bull touched the muleta, he became unstable, and this happened on too many occasions. A bull for more, but the Frenchman hadn't woken up yet.

Standing tall, with a generous, elastic neck, the Jandilla bull that was second in line brought exquisite composure from the start, imbued with his left horn. And precise power as well. JMM hammered him in the prologue of the bullfight with that muleta, a weapon of mass destruction. The slap was incredible when he was begging for caresses. Even so, he gave him attacks that allowed Manzanares to create natural passes like a ghostly EVP from the past . The Jandilla bull glided with smooth qualities. His next bull was disgraced from the start, and the substitute bull, also from Jandilla, was no good. But the way he carried him should be reconsidered sooner rather than later. That substitute bull blurred Jandilla's coda, and the gigantic last bull lacked depth in the hold. BJ wanted to pamper him on horseback because he was showing signs of success, and at the same time, he opened the bullfight on his knees, dragging the muleta... He had to bet, all right. The bull didn't last long, he had a good embroque but he let his head go further, and he killed him again with the soft spots.