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Fundón was the name of the steer that opened the Olivenza Fair. The rainfall that fell in Extremadura gave a truce in the land of Oliventina, although the one that was not lacking was the wind. A barbarity bothered. Carlos Dominguez provided the task to Jacinto Ortiz, owner of the bullring. Overlooked he started with Juan Albarrán’s, but when he was left with the crutch in his right hand, Eolo made it impossible to handle the tackle. He had to look for the shelter of the boards and so he did it naturally, with a seat and looking for temper before the noble animal. In the vicinity he got into inverted circles until he finished with some luquecinas. Or so it seemed, because he wanted more and he laid out some tight bernadines before lining up for the kill.
He jabbed twice before a faulty lunge. She greeted a standing ovation.
Tremendous scare when the Rinconero ran over Manuel Perera on the receipt to portagayola. The bullfighter came out for all, who miraculously escaped the mishap. He on his knees he continued with vibrant veronicas with a light purple of drained flesh and with lying mobility. For tafalleras the remove, with a lot of courage. And of fennels the beginning of work. And not one batch, but two. He attacked Carriquiri’s at double speed, without going into the junk and with uncomfortable looks. Without fixity and without humiliation, the pythons went up to his chest. He was getting worse and worse, paying attention to everything except the fabrics. Perera had a lot of merit with the outcast animal, in which he signed some top-of-the-line ballet flats while Rinconero took a look at the line. It was very complicated to kill him, and the man from Extremadura did it in the second of an opposite thrust. He had to freak out.
Erick Olivera made his debut with Ratón, by Vistalegre. The toast was for the teachers of the School of Extremadura. With personal manners with the cape, he showed his disposition with the good steer to finish by ballet flats. He caught it with a dropped back lunge and opened the trophy board.
Exciting with the cape Carlos Dominguez in front of the good room, by José Luis Marca. He toasted the audience and got down on his knees, with a beautiful change of hands. Looking at the layout was the chest pass already erect. How the one from Marca charged, with temper. It might not be a clean job through the air, but halfway through the work, following a beautiful left-handed series, everything went ‘in crescendo’, at the best of what was going on in the followingnoon. And how was the steer, what a way to humiliate at times and what class, to enjoy it. How would be the thing that some asked for pardon. And Domínguez went on and on fighting to the point that he suffered a dry somersault. He stretched out so much that the animal became more distracted to kill him. Two and a half punctures. Two warnings sounded. He cut off an ear of this great Mulatto, that was the name of Marca.
The fifth, from Píriz, cracked. Manuel Perera made an effort to please stuck on the boards, but the steer did not want a fight. After the arrimón, he punctured.
Olivera once more left his one to Veronica, but then the task did not take flight with Luis Albarrán’s in a cold environment.
