In the proud bull rings of old Spain, the eight-month bullfight season is nearing its end. The critics regretfully agree that Castile and Andalusia can so far offer no fit inheritor for the cape of the fabulous Manolete, killed in 1947, or for wealthy Luis Miguel Dominguin, who retired last year to dally with film stars. Instead, three brilliant matadors from the New World have flamed up to win the Spanish public's acclaim.
One is Mexico's Miguel Angel, 25. Badly injured in May by a horn that pierced the roof of his mouth and fractured his brain pan, he...
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