I grew up in Spain. In the summer time there would be lots of local bull fights... I loved them. But my granddad had the custom of going to the auction that followed the bullfight and it seems that he always came home with some bull testicles. I hated them! They were chewy, tasteless and everything a young child dislikes. My mom would then ask me if I knew how much granddaddy had paid for the testicles... like I cared!
What if the matador loses?