Word: dominguin
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NEXT morning Dominguin was up soon after 8, to drink his coffee and read the newspaper accounts of his arrival. Then, though he hates exercise, he went out for some roadwork, to get used to the altitude. After that, he was driven to the Plaza Mexico, the world's biggest bullfight arena, which he had never seen. He stamped over the sand, looking for pitfalls, and paced off the distance from the center of the ring to the barrier. Then he went to look at the bulls, the biggest and best Mexico could provide. Someone asked...
...late in bed, eating nothing, drinking black coffee laced with cognac. At 2 o'clock his servants began the elaborate ritual of dressing him. At 4 o'clock he stood in the sunlit arena, facing a capacity crowd of 50,000 and a patter of unenthusiastic applause. Dominguin looked coolly at the crowd, and crossed himself. The gates opened and the first bull charged...
Within 30 seconds Dominguin tore the first ole! from the packed stands. He maneuvered the bull over to the cheaper seats on the sunny side of the ring where the skeptical and hard-to-please bleacherites sit, and gave them a spectacular series of passes with his left hand, turning the bull in a tight circle and breaking off with a snap that left the animal dazed and dominated. In a roar of oles he turned his back on the bull and walked slowly away, his face a picture of arrogance...
...were fighting in the same corrida at Linares on the afternoon of Aug. 28, 1946 when Manolete was fatally gored, and some said that Manolete was killed because he was trying to equal Dominguin's performance. Feeling rose high against Dominguin; he was even labeled a murderer, and a menacing crowd awaited his next appearance at the Barcelona ring. The police advised him to leave town, saying they could not be responsible for his safety. But 15 minutes before the fight, Luis Miguel drove up to the ring. He got out of his car some distance from the gate...
...Dominguin believes that bullfighting is neither a sport nor a business, but an art. He despises most of his fellow bullfighters, whom he regards as "commercial." Consequently, he is unpopular with them. He thinks of himself as a purist, an upholder of the classical style, as opposed to the current fashion which measures a bullfighter by bravery alone...