Around the sand. Ban the (word) “bullfight”! Part V

When I saw my first corrida de toros, as a teenager in Barcelona a long time ago, I remember looking up at a giant poster of Antonio Ordoñez and an intrigued local approaching me, kissing his bunched fingertips, and almost whispering in reverential tones: “Mucho torero!” I expected to be sickened — as I had been, while simultaneously fascinated, by a documentary on the life of the great Mexican matador Luis Procuna that I had watched on TV before ever visiting Spain, when the camera cut away to the death-throes of the bull against the barrera as Procuna prepared to take his triumphal lap of honour.