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When Morante de la Puebla hit the ground during last year's Feria de Otoño, I saw what many others did. As he recovered from a tough cogida, Morante's face revealed a man suddenly realising he was an old man in a young man's profession. At forty-five years old, the hits, cogidas, and cornadas hit harder and took longer to heal than they did ten years before.

Please don’t run right here. It is very difficult. That is what you will hear from the Spanish police if you are at the intersection of San Sebastián de los Reyes’s Calles de Leopoldo Gimeno and Real Vieja...

Watching the spectacle before me, I realised it was the first time I had seen something die before me in person. This wasn't a movie, video game, or a thought experiment. Death was real in the ring.