I admire him for having the same misfortune as certain. Inflamed the public with enthusiasm infamous blindness with death defying. Had for him the same attention and care you get an inmate on death row. This was not the bullfighter who reserve: she gave everything, even their lives. Worth the money it cost. And the crowd, with the brutality of those who see the danger in a safe place, admired and whipped up the hero. Wise winced at his prowess, he believed a suicide luck, and murmured: “For the duration !…»

Drums and trumpets sounded, and went the first bull. Gallardo, an arm holding his cloak unadorned fatigues, stood near the fence, next to the laying of his supporters, in a scornful stillness, believing that the whole square had their eyes on him. That bull was for another. It would signal when they reached their own existence. But the applause layer sets companions pulled him out of this immobility, despite their intentions, it was the bull, making several lots on which was more daring than the master. The whole place applauded, driven by the preference he felt for his daring.

When Fuentes killed the first bull and went to the President waved to the crowd, Gallardo paled even more, as if all displays of liking for him was not an oversight amounted to insulting. Now was his turn, went to see great things. Certainly did not know what could be, but was willing to scare the public.

Just came out the second bull, Gallardo, with his mobility and his desire to shine, seemed to fill the whole square. His coat was always near the snout of the beast. A chopper of his gang, called the Stew, was thrown from his horse, revealing with horns, and the teacher grabbed the tail of the beast, pulled with Herculean strength, forcing it to rotate until the rider was safe . The audience applauded enthusiastically.