Hokkaido Horse Racing Story

Rather, it is an acquired talent developed during Hidaka's training.

Climbing up the Yodo-no-Slope Road as if it were flat ground, Sasakawa began to urge the horses without any hesitation.

It is here.

"Get moving, Mejiro Atalanta! Taketoshi, the second one in the back, is also starting to urge them on!"

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"【JRA】

JRA announced on the 7th that rider Yoki Wada had applied for an overseas crossing.

The period starts on March 1st (month) and ends on an undetermined date.

The destination is Haozhou, and the reason is study and training."

——《n○tkeiba》

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Chapter 182 The Wind Sweeping Sakayo

Today, Taketoshi is riding the popular Shonan Danfeng from the ninth division.

Whether judging from the horse's own strength, past performance or popularity at the parade ground, it seems a little too early to make an effort now.

Moreover, although the first part of the 1000 meters was not carried out at an extremely fast pace, it was not too slow either.

The "Time" that Wu Fengyu imagined is still some distance away.

However, this experienced rider had his reasons for taking action early.

After crossing Yodo-no-Slope, Sasakawa's reins were briefly loosened in front of him.

Although it was not obvious, this scene did happen.

"Atalanta still has strength left."

Moreover, the track conditions on the inside are not too bad.

If you allow the escaped horse with spare energy to lead the pack until the end, the result will undoubtedly be defeat.

After making the above judgment, he could only choose to suppress it in advance.

This is the only way, there is no other choice.

If we don't act here, and wait for the stronger opponents from behind to rush in, the only result we will get will probably be a dismal result that matches our popularity.

For him and Shonan Danfeng's combination, this is a game that requires "change".

then--

Sasakawa and Taketoyo started urging almost at the same time, one after the other.

Behind Taketoyo, the two brothers Yokoyama Kazuo and Yokoyama Takeshi also began to pull the reins.

“Behind a strong horse or a good rider is the best position in the race.”

With this in mind, the trains on the Keihan Yokoyama Line followed the "Taketoyo" locomotive in a neat, accelerating formation of three horses.

"It happened!"

From the outside not far away, a red and white figure is slowly approaching.

If Wu Feng was allowed to speed up, he would probably be sandwiched on the inside where he would be at a disadvantage in deciding the victory.

Moreover, there may be more opponents rushing over from outside.

but--

Sasakawa turned his attention back to the game in front of him.

Even if the intensity of the urging is increased, it will be difficult to shake off the pursuers approaching from behind in a short period of time.

"Then let's give it a try!"

There is no option to block outwards which is more reasonable for a strong horse.

Firmly occupying the inner route, Sasakawa pulled the reins in his hands with abandon.

From this moment on, the game became a battle of endurance without any tricks.

"Mejiro Atalanta and Shonan Danfeng entered the fourth turn side by side. Behind them were the two people wearing pink hats, Yokoyama Sei and the other one. Bakhta, the first driver, was slightly behind."

Kozuka quickly reported the movements of the herd, and the telescope in his hand briefly paused on a certain horse.

On the Bakhta saddle, Kawada, wearing a black and red cross-legged winning suit, pulled the reins sideways and moved a not-so-noticeable distance laterally to the inside.

Sasakawa, unaware of this, continued to grip the reins tightly and pull hard.

Rushing down from the top of the slope, Kurimae Saima's steps became more and more relaxed and brisk.

The first to lose in this endurance duel was Shonan Danfeng.

At the junction of the fourth turn and the straight line, Yokoyama Kazuo ruthlessly overtook Taketoyo.

Then came Takeshi Yokoyama in the second car.

"Don't let them get close."

With this awareness in mind, Sasakawa raised the whip in his hand.

Once, then again.

Atalanta lowered her raised head slightly, and the slightly wet tip of her nose drew a clear "8" in the air.

The opponent chasing them aggressively from behind was like running into an invisible wall. No matter how hard the Yokoyama brothers whipped their horses, they couldn't close the distance.

Witnessing this, Kozuka couldn't help but shout, "Atalanta! Mejiro Atalanta leaped down from Yodo-no-Slope!"

At this moment, a burst of screams broke out in the stands.

On the innermost track where there were no railings blocking the way, Bakhta was chasing with big strides.

In sharp contrast to the imposing Bakhta, Atalanta, who was obviously smaller in size at the front, did not look like she could hold on to the end.

Facing the opponent chasing closely from behind, Sasakawa gritted his teeth.

"You must not lose, Ata-chan."

Atalanta's soft hooves bent sharply, and then kicked off the ground like a mountain goat leaping from a cliff.

The gap is still narrowing little by little.

At the front of the fifth-tier stands, Kitano's fingertips unconsciously clenched until they turned white.

Inside the bus, Majima and Okizawa hugged each other and shouted in support.

Fans who came from Oi and all over the country shouted the same name.

Kozuka's voice also became more urgent at this time.

"Is it Atalanta? Or the Bakhta of the First Order?"

"Atalanta is ahead, but Bakhta is catching up! Bakhta is catching up!"

The chestnut and deer figures were almost in a straight line.

Sasakawa pursed his lips tightly, and with his numb arms he pulled the reins tightly as he pushed forward.

"Mejiro Atalanta! Bachta! Mejiro Atalanta! Bachta!"

The heated atmosphere on the scene reached its peak at this moment.

"It's Mejiro Atalanta!"

The chestnut horse stretched its short neck forward and crossed the finish line first in this unique posture.

The next moment, the sky full of horse racing tickets obscured the view like snowflakes.

The ups and downs of the voice announced the winner of this duel.

"Mejiro Atalanta is here! Mejiro Atalanta of the Sixth Division!"

"This title is the first of its kind to be awarded on a grass field in 21 years!"

After a brief pause, Kozuka read out the script he had prepared long ago.

"The wind from the Great Well sweeps across the meadows of the Yodo!"

In front of the huge glass window, Kitano slowly loosened his numb knuckles.

Then, he just sighed and muttered to himself:

"That's great."

The next moment, many of the horse owners around came forward to congratulate them.

Sasaki, who did not leave after the three-win match, enthusiastically put his arm around Kitano's shoulders and took out his mobile phone to take photos of the two of them.

"We can be on the show together some other day!"

After leaving these words, Sasaki finally let go of Kitano, who was almost out of breath.

Kawada loosened his grip on the reins and spoke slowly as he passed by the local riders who were celebrating with their fists clenched.

"Congratulations."

Immediately afterwards, the Taketoyo and Yokoyama brothers patted Sasagawa on the shoulders one by one to express their congratulations.

"call--"

Something invisible receded like the tide.

My blank brain finally regained consciousness with the sound of Mubai's calls one after another.

Sasakawa then realized what was happening and turned to the stands to express his gratitude.

"It's really dangerous."

"Ata-chan runs really well."

"The way they stick their tongue out during the Kuchitori ceremony is so cute."

"Finally I saw it again."

At this moment, in this place, countless dreams begin to sprout and grow.

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"【Moon Appreciation】

Mejiro Atalanta, who belonged to Ooi, won the Kisaragi Award.

This is the second time the Kisaragi Sho has won the title in 25 years since the Mejiro Meyer in 2002.

This is also the first time in 21 years that Mejiro has won the Grand Prix on Grass Field since the 2006 Kokura Grand Prix (Mejiro Meyer saddled Kawada Masaga).

——《n○tkeiba》

Chapter 183: Sword Swung at Incheon

"Thank you so much, really!"

"No, this is my side."

Although it sounds like a polite remark, it is actually exactly this feeling.

Two hours had passed since the commendation ceremony, but Majima still couldn't help but shed tears when recalling the scene.

It’s not like I haven’t won important races as a jockey, but this time the feeling as a trainer is completely different.

For the rider’s side, winning is winning.

It is such pure joy.

But what I felt today was an emotion far more complex than victory.

On the other side, Kitano, who had recovered from the aftermath of the game, gradually regained his composure.