Autumn Wind Sweeping Through Doncaster

Mr. Yutaka Take, gripping the whip in his left hand.

On the still lush green turf of September autumn, the bay mare's coat seemed to gleam.

Maintaining an unrelenting pace, she had taken the initiative and won—this was racing fought fair and square.

So incredible—

That was probably the expression on the faces of the few connections standing by the rail.

Even as an owner who had been confident from the start, he had never imagined such a crushingly one-sided victory.

"Congratulations. If we'd handled her ourselves, she'd probably still be struggling through maiden company."

After being the first to offer his congratulations, Rong Tianpeng wore a somewhat conflicted expression.

"Back then, I solemnly assured John that she would be a sprinter with explosive speed."

After embracing each of the other connections in turn, the former Hong Kong Trainer said half-jokingly.

"Maybe the next one will be a horse that can win the Everest Stakes," came the equally casual reply.

Slightly different from the Prix Jacques Le Marois in France, after the race, the winning connections were first invited into a small room beside the weighing room to celebrate.

As everyone discussed how to open the champagne provided by the race organizers, a staff member pushing a cart entered the room.

"Are these all souvenirs from the sponsors?"

Seeing the cart piled high with all sorts of expensive gifts, he asked the question without thinking.

The staff member's answer was that they could choose one item from among them.

Just as expected of a British race—

He silently marveled at that, then casually picked up an item nearby. After all, he knew little about British luxury brands, nor did he have any particular desire to choose the most expensive thing.

After asking the staff member to put away the chosen