Hokkaido Horse Racing Story

The post-match cool-down walk doesn’t end so quickly.

The staff on the side could only twitch their cheeks and try their best to stop the signature boards from being handed to them from behind.

In response to the reporter's repeated questions, "How do you feel now?", Wada answered with a chuckle on his way back to the inspection room.

"It's great to win the game, after such a long time."

The reporter continued to ask: "Today's game used a completely different tactic than before. Can you tell us how it felt?"

After the staff took the saddle from him, Hetian stood in front of the background board for interviews in front of the inspection room.

After taking a deep breath, the rider replied, "Well, I had a pretty good start so I thought I'd try it in that position."

"After all, if I catch up from behind, I'll just have to eat a mouthful of sand."

As he said this, Wada started laughing.

“It was truly not easy to end my career with the last Grade 1 race of the year and to finally achieve a beautiful ending.”

Hearing such congratulations, Hetian smiled and shook his head.

"No, I'm just a lucky guy."

Bathed in the afternoon sun, the white and green winning uniforms sparkled.

"Thank you. Please say a few words to everyone."

Handing the microphone closer, the rider pursed his lips slightly.

“Thank you so much for your support!”

After bowing solemnly in front of the camera, Wada suddenly raised his finger.

“From now on, Wada Ryu-2 will strive to become a top-tier trainer!”

After bowing several times, he trotted into the inspection room.

"Congratulations!"

Takeshi Yokoyama and Sasagawa attacked from both sides and sprayed the champagne prepared early in the morning onto Wada's face.

"Wow! You guys—"

In the Fuji TV studio, Fukunaga and Hosoe watched this scene with a smile.

"You're such a lucky guy, Wada—"

The noise of the race had not yet died down, and Mejiro Sakuya, draped with the victory flag, returned to the track again.

The warm afternoon sun shining through the clouds dyed the horse's body and the sand a dazzling golden color.

Huangshan, wearing a tuxedo, hugged Wada again and took the number cloth from his hand.

"Thank you for your hard work, both of you."

Kitano and Kimura bowed deeply to the two men, and the trainer and rider team also quickly lowered their heads in return.

"Okay, everyone involved please line up horizontally."

The staff's reminder voice reached their ears, and then the few of them finally stopped congratulating each other.

It has been many years since Deichi Arashiyama passed away, and it has been 32 years since White Silver retired. This miracle that spans the ages has finally been realized.

Huangshan straightened his chest and held his father's portrait high above his head.

After taking the photo while holding the red and white kotobuki rope, Kitano patted the head of the deer-haired horse beside him.

"You did a great job today, Sakuya."

Mejiro Sakuya twitched her ears as if in agreement.

During the award ceremony, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

Wada Yangxi, holding the commemorative plaque, looked a little embarrassed. Behind him, besides the equally nervous Wada Yi, there was a long line of people following him.

"Well done, Wada."

Riders who had recently competed at the Tokyo Grand Prix joined in the celebrations.

In addition to the Yokoyama father and son and Sakai from JRA, overseas riders such as Rendawen and local rider Sasagawa also came forward.

In addition, there is another particularly eye-catching figure.

"Senior Taketoshi?"

Hotan, who had been calmly dealing with the riders' congratulations, suddenly became a little nervous.

"I just happened to pass by, please don't mind it."

Wu Feng waved his hand and said with a smile.

Then, his expression suddenly became serious.

"correct--"

"It's still a little early, but please pass the trainer exam next year and hand over all your good horses to me."

As he said this, Wu Feng bowed quite seriously.

So the riders stood behind Hetian and laughed again.

After everyone arrived, Wada Yoki and Sasagawa each raised the commemorative plaque in their hands.

【JRA】

[celebration]

[G1]

【10 wins achieved!!】

Another NAR commemorative plaque contains similar content.

"President Kitano, could you please come to the conference room later?"

While taking the photo, Chairman Saito asked in a low voice in Kitano's ear.

"Ah, of course."

After nodding, Kitano paused again.

"But if it's convenient, could you tell me a little bit about what it is?"

Chairman Saito smiled and said, "How about the future of local horse racing?"

Kitano suddenly became a little nervous.

The next moment, he put on a nonchalant expression as if nothing had happened and shook the chairman's hand.

After the shutter sounded, he sighed helplessly.

"Please don't play such pranks again, Chairman."

Chairman Saito shook his head at this time.

"This is not a prank, President Kitano."

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"[Time report]

Go forward to BCC's second move to achieve the goal of eternal youth DWC

Yahagi: "He's in great shape. The faction has decided to accept the challenge."

The Rider of Kurama Sakai Rusei has been decided”

——《n○tkeiba》

"[Time report]

Mr. Caesar, who made his second move at the Tokyo Grand Prix, aims for the Saudi Cup

Yahagi: "This is a big stage where I have the opportunity to show myself."

The Rider of Kurama Sakai Rusei has been decided”

——《n○tkeiba》

Thanks to the famous braised pork for the 500 starting coins reward

Thank you for your support

Ciallo～(∠ω<)⌒★

Chapter 173 The Great Well at Dusk

The winter afternoon sun struggled to penetrate the clouds and finally cast some warm rays on the ground.

The lingering damp and cold air in the air seemed to dissipate at this moment.

The open carriage drove along the end of the track at just the right speed and finally stopped precisely in front of Wada.

"This is too exaggerated."

Hetian raised the corner of his mouth helplessly and cast his eyes on the local legend holding the reins - Dechang Wen'an.

"Please don't be shy, come up!"

He smiled heartily, took off his top hat and made an invitation gesture.

"It seems that the rider Wada is a little shy. How about we encourage him with a big clap?"

Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of applause from the stands, mixed with some good-natured cheers.

On Fuji's main station, several guests laughed cheerfully, but Fukunaga and Hosoe were nowhere to be seen in their seats.

Hetian boarded the carriage somewhat embarrassedly, and embarrassment began to show on his face.

Just as I was about to say something, the wheels under my feet had already started turning.

It drove towards the reviewing ground at the other end of the road with a momentum of no return.

After the wheels stopped, Hetian pursed his lips slightly and trotted onto the ceremony venue that had been set up in advance.

The host raised the microphone and began to introduce the riders’ careers. The lights at the top of the L-WING stand also slowly lit up.

"Finally, my thirty-year career as a rider has come to an end here. What are your thoughts now?"

In response to the host's questions, Hetian slowly raised the microphone in his hand.

"As expected, I'm still not satisfied with not winning the Chrysanthemum Contest. I clearly had a good chance."

Although the rider had a smile on his face, there was a hint of bitterness in his tone.

"Although there are many good memories, the losing games are even more profound."

"but--"

Bathed in the cheers of farewell fans, the rider stood with his chest held high at the Ojing Racecourse, which witnessed the farewell.

“Nothing in life is in vain. Every accumulation of setbacks is proof that we are taking one step forward.”

"Finally, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to everyone for their long-term support!"

Amidst thunderous applause, NAR Chairman Saito and JRA Vice Chairman Yamaguchi took the stage one after another and solemnly handed the commemorative bibs to Wada.

Then, there were flowers presented by the horse owners.

The owner of the horse, Masatsugu Takezono, who had originally declined NAR's invitation due to illness, suddenly changed his mind the day before and rushed to Tokyo from Kagoshima, Kyushu.

“It’s really not easy—”

Zhu Yuan's tone was a little flat as he stood on the podium.

"Thank you so much for your continued care."

After taking the bouquet with both hands, Hetian bowed deeply.

The two of them turned around in tacit understanding, freezing their smiles in the camera.

At the same time, the lights at the top of the L-WING changed, flowing into neon colors of peach, green and yellow.

Next up is Kitano.

“Thank you for your hard work”