"The horses in the middle of the pack seem locked in a tense struggle. Sulin Meiya still leads."
"Jockey Christophe Soumillon has ridden extremely well in this race."
"Close behind is Masterstroke, the sixth favorite."
"Here it comes! At last!! Our country's last hope!!"
"What an incredible final kick!!"
"That golden figure is flying down Longchamp Racecourse-our Golden Tyrant!"
"Koichi Sasaki is driving his horse forward with incredible power!"
Seeing Golden Masterpiece surge straight up through the field, the commentator slammed his fist on the desk in excitement.
He had been waiting a long time for this final kick.
He had not expected Jockey Sasaki to wait until they were safely within range before launching an all-out sprint. He was probably still worried that Golden Masterpiece would run out of strength too soon.
This was the Golden Masterpiece they knew, capable of a brilliant performance even on heavy ground.
The spectators at the track erupted into cheers as Golden Masterpiece accelerated. That final kick was simply terrifying.
Horses that had been running level with Golden Masterpiece were instantly left one or two lengths behind, and the acceleration showed no sign of fading.
This was the moment that would decide the race, and Golden Masterpiece had not sunk to the back because of the ground conditions.
The Japanese spectators looked ecstatic, while most of the foreign spectators wore expressions of shock.
The surge also sent commentators broadcasting in other languages into a frenzy.
That charge was ferocious!
Naturally, the happiest of all was Ayano Aoe, watching from the sidelines.
Go!
Come on, go-!!
Golden Masterpiece, Koichi Sasaki, you can do it-!!
She shouted at the top of her lungs.
There was no need to worry about appearances now!
Ohhh-!
Go, Golden Masterpiece-!!
Closer, ever closer to the finish line and victory.