Román Sorando's category in Cuenca: a pardon in justice and Luque, Adrián and Aguado, on the shoulders of the foreman

Román Sorando fought an extraordinary corrida to make amends for the fans' disgraceful lineup. Morante and Roca fell apart in the summer of their rivalry, which is beginning to resemble the one chronicled by Hemingway. Neither was able to attend their first meeting after the brawl at El Puerto. Paradoxically, Daniel Luque replaced the Peruvian—his own paths weren't either—while the Sevillian maestro was replaced by Pablo Aguado, heir to the cigar-making art.

Luck sided with Fernando Adrián another afternoon , the only member of the initially announced lineup, who found a dream batch. He cut two ears from the second bull in a dedicated performance, starting on his knees in the center of the ring—he received a goring in the back as he made the changed pass—and finding the connection on the right horn. A string of series with the muleta in front, his charge humbled, and his speed intact. Román Sorando's bull didn't respond in the same way on the left, lacking as much zeal. The forceful thrust in the blond bulls was the finishing touch.

But the high point of the afternoon came with the fifth. A bull of extraordinary build, with his face set. A bullfighter, yet serious at the same time. Named 'Batidero', from four years old, he charged with exceptional class from the Madrid native's first passes. He dropped off with each pass while maintaining his importance. He delivered on Pedro Iturralde's horse. With the muleta, he was a torrent of bravery: humility, greed, rhythm, and a great deal of class in the finals. Adrián began on his knees, halfway through the bullfight, he again performed on his knees, and in the finals, he again sought to perform on his knees. His weapons were in the face of the overflowing class of 'Botinero', who wanted everything from below. He maintained the aforementioned importance in long runs on both horns. Particularly profound on the right.

The bullfight was gaining momentum, and Fernando Adrián began to make gestures of "I'm not going to kill him." Almost the entire performance was in the middle of the ring. The bull was committed, though without losing that sense of needing to do things right. The pressure increased after a few bernadinas. The audience couldn't resist the fervent popular demand. In an era when pardons are overused as a reward for the breeder, the bull from 'Batidero' seemed justified due to his complete behavior; he didn't make any attempt to back down. The Madrid native paraded the top symbolic trophies.

Pablo Aguado's season has been rich in memorable performances, constantly tainted by the sword. Seville, Madrid, Pamplona, ​​and Bilbao are the most notable. In Cuenca, he didn't miss out on triumph; in fact, he went for the kill with purity and determination against the sixth bull, which was a moment of supreme luck. That bull, the most anovillado of the group, had very good qualities despite its fragility. The Sevillian fought him with gusto, from the verónicas of the greeting, the chicuelinas to the left of the pass, finished with a simple long pass, and the performance was magnificently natural with his left hand. He didn't attack the bull, but always wanted to. With touches of artistry behind the fundamental bullfighting. At times, the bull went a little too far, waiting for the flights of Aguado's flannel to charge at a slow pace. There were muletazos as exquisite as they were well-tempered. The end was a sight to behold: From the front, with the muleta tucked in, hitting muletazos one by one, opening the muleta as the bull came to the embroque.

In his first turn, he only managed to show some subtleties against a tame bull from Román Sorando, which Iván García stopped at the start in the traditional style. The noble charge lacked the necessary skill to hold it. Aguado showed off his Sevillian style with beautiful, resourceful muletazos. It's a season to follow the Sevillian.

Daniel Luque couldn't be left behind. The first, scandalously weak, didn't allow him any opportunity to shine. With the motivation of the final round, he faced the fourth, a bull defined from the start by his drive. A humiliating and repeating bull, with greater directness on the right horn. The series of impressive passes followed one another before closing the gap. He made a shortcut to the bull's edges on the left, which didn't give him away. In those close rounds, he subdued him with his mastery of circulars, figure eights, and luquecinas. A great sword thrust completed the work.

The three men and the foreman carried the horses on shoulders on a magical afternoon in Cuenca .