Fonseca, brave, from the front door | Culture

Young Isaac Fonseca is a brave bullfighter, whose head works like clockwork and uses his innate condition to connect with the audience. This afternoon, in Pamplona, ​​in front of an unstoppable lot, like the entire bullfight of Cebada Gago, he has shown that he has the courage, honour, dedication and determination to make several bullfighters. And he didn’t care that he had arrived with reduced physical faculties, still recovering from the goring he suffered on June 18 in the Chenel Cup final.

But there he was, very brave, made a boy, in front of two makos, tamed on horses, who arrived at the last third firing ganafones, with torn socks, with uncomfortable roughness and without the possibility of collaborating to make the bullfight clean and temperate . Fonseca did not allow himself to be intimidated; She was varied with the cape in both (the second was greeted with two long knee changes in the third), and both offered them to the stands. He got down on his knees in the middle at the start of the third and executed a tight pass changed from behind with which he caught the attention of the bather. He bore defeats with chilling steadfastness, and though there was no display, his bullfighter’s nature shone at all times. He killed badly from a low lunge, but in this square it’s not a problem. If the bull falls to the first, the trophy is almost certain.

More sympathetic, if possible, was with the sixth, another Cadiz garment with a short journey and a very complicated behavior, brilliantly led by Juan Carlos Rey and Jesús Robledo Tito. He once again called him to give two tight passes exchanged from behind – this time standing up – before delivering a whole lesson in delivery, steadfastness and courage. He set out to kill and fear gave the very sharp nails of the bull; but he didn’t care, he threw himself over the morillo and got a blow to the hilt that allowed him to carry another trophy and ride on his shoulders through the front door.

It is clear that bulls did not permit bullfighting in any of its forms, but Isaac Fonseca wholeheartedly proved that bullfighting resides, above the bull, in the heart.

His companions, Adrián de Torres and Román, failed with the sword and missed at the hotel, but the two of them were far beyond their miserable fortunes, both bullfighters from head to toe, brave, honorable and heroic before the bulls who always attacked with their faces through the clouds, and thwarted every hint of bullfighting.

De Torres has dazzling courage, such that he adjusts his shoes and doesn’t move a bell; but in his overeagerness to succeed, he overstretched his two duties, and the improper use of the rapier marred his two performances. He is a bullfighter, however, to be taken into consideration, who seeks to perform a classic and sober bullfight, and who deserves more and better opportunities.

The worst batch, if anything, was taken by Román, a veteran of the Sanfermines, and the boy played from start to finish. Very serious at all times, firm, with clear ideas and a winning spirit, he tried in every way, but neither the bulls gave him a break nor was he sure of the final luck.

In the end they took Fonseca on their shoulders, but De Torres and Román deserved a consolation prize for the bullfighter’s gallantry shown throughout the afternoon.