Entering the fourth turn, the momentum of the horses ahead suddenly became obvious.
In front of the line of sight, there is a narrow space on the inside that can accommodate a horse.
Hattori pulled the reins slightly sideways and plunged into the innermost track.
Hold the riding whip with your forehand, then raise the whip with flat hands and swing it back and forth quickly.
The right hand is used to whip the whip, and the free left hand is placed on the reins.
When turning into the straight line at the fourth corner, it is level with the leading group, and then pulls to a slightly outward route in the straight line.
The moment this thought emerged, my hands responded accordingly.
The broad hooves kicked down hard.
The sand particles splashed by the hind hooves created a conspicuous silver smoke screen behind him.
"It works!"
It doesn't feel too strenuous when moving forward on the inside.
Even the thick sand that others avoid is as smooth as walking on flat ground under Mejiro Sakuya's hooves.
Hattori continued to crack his whip, and under his constant urging, the Chestnut Coat horse began to accelerate.
Two conspicuous white vapors spurted out from the nostrils, like the fog lights of a Scania heavy truck in the night.
A horse was thrown behind him.
At the front, the duel between the two leading horses continues.
Mejiro Tenma bit the armature tightly, foam flying on his lips.
On the other side, Balo Holy Spirit Black-Bay Coat's body stretched like forged red steel, and ripples visible to the naked eye exploded the moment it hit the ground.
This is a fight to the death between two horses.
Under such a rhythm, there is no chance to take a leisurely breath.
Although it still maintains a certain advantage, this situation cannot last long.
For the leading horse, the initiative is like the grain of sand in the hand, which will disappear little by little as time goes by.
There is not much that can be done.
Ochiai has a clear understanding of this.
The biggest difference between grouping the horse first and keeping the horse behind is the timing of exerting force.
In the initial trading stage, Racehorse of the Pioneer Group will spend more effort to take the front position, while Racehorse, which has retained its strength, will fall further back.
As the race progresses, Racehorse, who is at the rear, needs to exert force earlier than the leading horse to close the distance with the front, and the energy accumulated in the first race will be consumed at this time.
On the other hand, Racehorse, which had exhausted its strength in the first session, had to postpone the start of the final kick.
When there is not much difference in the number of classes, victory or defeat often depends on the timing of each party.
The party that can effectively utilize as much energy as possible will often have an advantage in this regard.
Back on the field, Balo Holy Spirit, who was chasing from the outside, was already showing signs of physical exhaustion.
But Ochiai did not relax his vigilance.
Mejiro Tenma, who was under pressure from behind throughout the entire race and switched from actively leading to being forced to lead, was also unable to run at his own pace.
Balo Holy Spirit has more than one opponent.
Moreover, it is no longer a new horse battle that can be easily fooled by the number of classes.
However, it would be too much to show off hindsight if you look back and regret your decision.
Even if you put aside the strategy that has been formulated before the game, there is no reason not to compete for pace dominance when the brakes are good.
As of now, all we can do is try our best.
At a certain point, the direction of the game changed.
Whether it was Balo Holy Spirit, who was already showing signs of decline, or the horses catching up from behind, Jockey on the saddle began to wave his whip.
Even Ochiai, who looks like an ornament sitting upright on the horse, is actually conserving his energy for pushing and riding in the road.
The straight part is coming.
Ahead of your sight is the end of the curve.
In my ears, the rumble of horse hooves kept approaching.
Ochiai tightened his grip on the reins.
It can't be wrong.
The experience of passing here tens of thousands of times is enough to make your muscles instinctive.
At least before entering a straight line, they still had the advantage.
It's not time to admit defeat yet.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his vision, he caught a figure at the impossible right rear.
It's the same color as the colorful clothes on my body.
The fingertips paused slightly.
Then, let go.
The reins were tightened and loosened, facing in different directions.
The moment they exited the bend, the two figures crossed each other.
What is in front of me is the back of a white and green round.
"It's gone! Mejiro Sakuya is in the lead! Mejiro Sakuya from the 9th edition is in the lead! Taking the lead with 200 meters to go! Behind is Ichiban Mejiro Tenma!"
In the stands, Kitano subconsciously stood up.
Most of the horse people around them also made the same move.
His eyes focused on the figure of Chestnut Coat in the front, and all sounds were blocked by hearing.
The only thing that can reach my ears is the sound of horse hooves that hits my heart.
One horse body, two horse bodies, Mejiro Sakuya threw away all opponents and pulled to the outside.
Mejiro Tenma and Balo Holy Spirit were almost simultaneously overwhelmed by the advancing horses.
Kitano felt it was getting harder and harder to breathe, so he couldn't help but raise his hand and loosen his tie.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment.
Excitement, fanaticism, unwillingness, regret, all emotions reached their peak at the moment when Mejiro Sakuya maintained a two-horse advantage and crossed the finish line.
"Since Niigata Jump Stakes in the year 2005, this is the first time in twenty years that this title has won the grand prize!"
"Mejiro Sakuya is here! It's Mejiro Sakuya from the 9th edition!"
As if something exploded in his chest, Kitano pressed his lips tightly and tried to raise his chin.
Ogawa Masaru opened and closed his mouth as if he was saying something.
The young man hugged him with red eyes.
Then Ogawa Joe.
After hesitating for a moment, Ogawa Kanna also joined them.
"Let's go."
After a while, Kitano finally spoke in a hoarse voice.
The game is over.
The moment he crossed the line, Ochiai let out an inaudible sigh.
He patted Lumao Ma's wet head.
"Thank you for your hard work, Pegasus."
"But, I'm sorry."
The reins in his hands were tightened and loosened.
In front of the sight, Hattori on Mejiro Sakuya's saddle waved his fist.
Then, rein in the reins and look back.
They both raised their arms at the same time.
Their palms met in mid-air.
Amid the commotion, the notice board quickly announced the order.
Mejiro Sakuya opened up a gap of one and three-quarters of a length between the two.
Balo Holy Spirit is five, and horse tickets are scattered all over the railing.
As for Mejiro Tenma, it is probably a sixth or seventh place result.
As for the specific answer, we will have to wait until it officially ends.
Walking on the road of Weighing Room, people repeatedly asked Kitano the same questions.
"Both Jockey tried their best. I am proud of the performance of Pegasus and Sakuya."
He repeated the same sentence over and over again.
It wasn't until I arrived at the door of Weighing Room that I barely calmed down.
He hugged the two Jockey who came out of Weighing Room.
Then, there are Tanaka, Kobayashi, other stable attendants and training assistants.