Manolete on the esplanade of Las Ventas

Manolete The man. The myth

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A century later, Manolete is still alive

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On the occasion of the 100th anniversary of the birth of Manuel Rodríguez, "Manolete", the Center for Bullfighting Affairs of the Community of Madrid organized a large exhibition in honor of this revolutionary bullfighter. It was difficult to unravel, in the spring of 2017, Manolete's personality. Almost all the men and women who knew him in life had already died; However, in the Las Ventas collection, a few interviews, many photographs and some videos were preserved that could shed some light on his figure. This was precisely the objective of the exhibition: to meet Manolete the man and the factors that made him a myth.

From his Caliph, Roman and stately Cordoba, occupying the area of ​​the countryside that saw him born, Manuel Rodríguez Sánchez, with a bullfighting and tragic ancestry impregnated in his genes, had reserved a place in the History of Bullfighting with the name of Pepete: his great uncle would die on the antlers of Jokinero, the first Miura of a long tragic legend; and he would do it that afternoon in Linares de 1947 because of another Miura, Islero.

But Manolete was much more. He was a man of his time and, perhaps, he wanted nothing more than to live with his people, mainly, his great loves, that is, his mother and his girlfriend, Angustias Sánchez and Lupe Sino. He made flesh, better than anyone, the impact of an apparition and a disappearance in a Spain that barely awoke after the bloody war, able to move to admire in the ring the figure of a bullfighter whose personality, from Belmonte, had not become Let's see.

The famous American film director Orson Welles acknowledged that, if he had been Spanish, he would have been proud to live in the same century as Manolete. "He had something of a saint and something of Don Quixote, because Don Quixote considered the mills as giants, and Manolete treated the bulls as if they were mills."

That impassion, that chivalry, that elegance of a caliph without a throne, that light that saw the wounded gods, turned him into a myth. Manolete offered every evening, in a stoic way, because his life was written plainly and simply.