"Number eleven, Mission Accepted, takes the lead."
"I never expected this seven-year-old horse from overseas to have such stamina."
"But Koichi Sasaki isn't letting up either. Japan Jordan has gone straight after the leader, pinning the other horse to the inside."
"Two and a half lengths behind them is Trailblazer. It looks like Yutaka Take has no intention of accelerating any further."
"The field is gradually spreading out. Seventeen lengths now separate the runners."
Number eleven's jockey heard the hoofbeats behind him, but he remained calm.
The turf tracks in the United States were quite similar to those in Japan.
Besides, when racing overseas like this, their chances of winning would be slim to none if they couldn't break away.
Seeing the other horse still accelerating, Koichi followed suit.
Only their two horses remained at the very front of the field now. He couldn't let his opponent get away so easily.
Huff-
Huff-
Japan Jordan's breathing grew heavier.
Compared with the horses behind, Japan Jordan was naturally burning more stamina up front, but all they could do now was use their forward position to open up a bigger gap.
Otherwise, they would be certain to lose on the final straight.
They had to keep chasing.
Number eleven had drawn Koichi into the faster pace as well.
Let's just go with a slow front-running strategy.
He quickly adjusted.
He had originally intended to secure a good position in second or third alongside Yutaka Take.
He hadn't expected the other jockey to be so determined.
"At the rear of the field is number eight, Buena Vista. Something seems a little off with the horse today."
The commentator had also noticed the fourth favorite.
This was hardly the form of an Arima Kinen and Dubai Champion winner.
It seemed either the layoff had