Conan visits Bullfights in Madrid

Spains 'national sport' - bullfighting. At first some of the guys were not sure about going but because of the cultural significance they came along.

The first bullfight was appaling, like a student fight, the bull was slow and he stabbed Matador stabbed the bull so many times we thought it was disgraceful.

Next fight the bull caught the Matador threw him into the air, trampled him and started trying to gore him on the ground. Everyone was hanging on the edge of their seats.
A bunch of guys ran out to distract the bull, and the Matador was carried off - silent but intense pain screaming from his facial expression.

After that another 2 Matadors got gored and trampled, both were OK and continued. In fact the final fight was magnificent.

The Matador was caught thrown and trampled a little, as the bull was turning, he gracefully, like a dancer come off the ground with a twirl and a flourish brushed the dust from his jacket. Such a performance from a man who had just faced death. This is what the bull fighting was about.

This man continued to play with the bull until he drew his sword. The bull charged, his sword went straight in and the bull stopped instantly in mid stride and fell sideways. A perfect blow, the crown erupted in applause, this man was a true professional. I am glad I was able to watch him perform.

An announcement came over the speakers as we left, the Matador who was carried off was taken to hospital and examined, he would be alright.