Imperial Castle, stall five.
Sulin Meiya, stall six.
Beautiful Sky, stall seven.
Sanctuary, stall ten.
Sharp Hoof, stall eleven.
Sea Moon, stall sixteen.
"The last horse to enter the stalls is number six, Golden Masterpiece. All eighteen runners are now safely loaded."
"The ninety-first Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe is about to begin!"
"Please cheer on our country's runner, Golden Masterpiece!"
The jockeys who had entered the stalls earlier were quite relaxed. Many were adjusting their equipment and glancing from side to side.
They were checking who their neighbors were.
There were actually quite a few newcomers in this year's Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe, and Koichi was one of them.
But he was clearly under a little more pressure.
Once all the horses were loaded, the spectators naturally focused their attention on the starting stalls.
The break was crucial, but fortunately, the long distance gave the jockeys and horses a chance to recover.
After entering the stall, Koichi stroked Golden Masterpiece's mane.
They were not under much pressure at the start. From their outside draw, they only needed to break at their usual speed, then gradually find a suitable position.
He was quite pleased with their draw. The battle on the inside would clearly be fiercer. Imperial Castle, for instance, would certainly be targeted by numerous jockeys after drawing an inside stall. Whether the horse could break clear would depend on ability.
The ninety-first Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe Racecourse: Longchamp Racecourse, France Distance: 2400 m Track type: turf Weather: clear Going: heavy
"The gates are open! Golden Masterpiece has broken well."
With the clatter of the gates opening, Golden Masterpiece broke smoothly.
Koichi immediately turned to look to his right. He made no move to urge his mount forward, simply waiting to see how the