The Parade Ring.
Once Golden Masterpiece entered the Parade Ring, the shutter clicks and cheers never stopped.
Quite a few people even raised the Golden Masterpiece plushies they were holding.
Before coming to the race, they had naturally bought more merchandise to support Golden Masterpiece.
After all, this was the last race of Golden Masterpiece's career, though winning it would be far from easy.
"Golden Masterpiece, go!"
"Golden Masterpiece, we're rooting for you!"
Golden Masterpiece showed little reaction.
Golden Masterpiece had long since grown fond of all that noise, especially with a hood on now.
"Our Golden Tyrant is still incredibly popular. The whole Parade Ring came alive the moment Golden Masterpiece entered."
"That's only natural. After all, Golden Masterpiece won the Prix de l'Arc de Triomphe in the second half of this year."
That had fulfilled a wish their country had cherished for years.
A place in the Hall of Fame was certainly beyond question. Not getting in would be the truly strange outcome.
Golden Masterpiece had both the results and the dominance to back it up.
"I hear Golden Masterpiece has been in excellent form lately, and jockey Ikezoe holds the horse in the highest regard."
"Of course. Ikezoe rode Golden Masterpiece as a two-year-old, too. In the blink of an eye, the horse he rode back then has reached the top of the world."
But if he performed poorly in this race, everyone would really tear into him.
Neigh-
When Gold Ship entered, the Parade Ring reacted in much the same way.
Unlike Golden Masterpiece, who kept a lowered head, Gold Ship preferred to lift his head and study his surroundings.
To the fans, that naturally made him look like a born model.
Quick, take pictures!
The fans knew how to seize the moment, snapping their photos