214 episodes. And there is one more number.
– After a while, the game will start, so please keep your seats.
With the announcement, the spectators began to roar.
Each person, such as those who rushed back to their seats and those who were debating who would win, each acted like a giant creature.
Race horses and jockeys are affected by the pressure created by its hugeness.
“Who can say that a horse is a cowardly animal?”
Madduck, Franz, and Chris burst out laughing at my words as if talking to themselves.
They had come to my reserved seat to watch the game with me.
“The runners here are probably the biggest horses in the world.”
Franz said, looking at the eleven horses, unmoving.
“The tallest of them must be Darkstar. Isn’t it, Madduk?”
“Haha, it will.”
“Aren’t you going to sleep on the ordering table today?”
Chris smirked when I said rudely.
“Hellmaster is staring at me like that, but I can’t sleep.”
As he said, the two of them looked at each other openly in front of the ordering table.
It’s been two years, but I still remember it.
The intense competition before the debut.
“Looking at it, Dark Star seems to think that he didn’t win at that time.”
Otherwise, there’s no reason to stare like that.
“A first-class is a way of recognizing a first-class. Doesn’t Dark Star think that Hellmaster wasn’t 100% strong before their debut?”
“If it really is, I might be left with regrets.”
“For the Dark Star I’ve seen, the only opponent like that was the Hellmaster.”
It remains in the mind of the trio who achieved the triple crown after playing just one match.
I mean, the Hellmaster looks great again.
“Mr. Hunt, may I ask what your strategy is today?”
Franz couldn’t contain his curiosity and asked Madduck.
Actually, I was curious too.
“It’s simple. Like a leading horse, he keeps the lead and crosses the goal line.”
Something’s bothering me
“The most difficult thing to win a race is simply, is there anything special about it?”
“Haha, there’s one thing, but it’s not that special. It’s because Darkstar was already shown at Belmont Stakes.”
At that, I opened my eyes.
“You’re going to invite 2 minutes 24 here!?”
2,400 meters in 2 minutes and 24 seconds.
This is the Belmont Stakes record for Secret Territ, one of the strongest horses in American history.
At that time, the difference from the 2nd place was a whopping 31 demons and 100 meters, a record that left a legend.
Darkstar recreated that record at the Belmont Stakes, the triple crown final race.
Although I couldn’t reproduce the difference between the 31 demons.
“You have to do that to beat Hellmaster and Shipid.”
The same distance does not mean the same conditions.
Longxiang Racecourse has a geographical disadvantage with many uphills and downhills, but above all, it is because it is a tough road that is difficult to run.
Usually, it is said that it is the most suitable for speeding as a tough drink, but Longxiang Racecourse was the exact opposite.
The reason was the length of the grass.
Because of the cushioning feeling of the grass grown over 10 cm, the force that spurs the ground is not fully transmitted.
‘There’s no way Madduk doesn’t know that…’
nevertheless it is there.
To run a long distance of 2,400 meters at an average of 12 seconds per furlong, despite adverse conditions.
“Franz, what do you think?”
Franz Connelly exclaimed at my question.
“I think it’s a great strategy. It’s because you want to win with stamina, which is a long-term skill, not speed. Even if the floor is soft, a powerful technique of running while pressing the floor at a constant speed will reduce it somewhat.”
“It’s possible because of Dark Star’s physical strength. That guy also has tremendous leg strength.”
“That’s right. It seems easy at first glance, but the only thing that can do that today is the Dark Star.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Madduk asked.
“What is Mr. Connelly’s strategy?”
“We’re a bit complicated to explain… Hmm.”
“Franz, aren’t you going to come back with last spurt by looking at the gap in the back?”
An organ that fully utilizes Hellmaster’s speed and explosive power and Carlson’s internal clock.
It won the Hong Kong G1 with that.
“It’s the worst match for a Hellmaster from a long distance to the state of the course. So I decided that it would be difficult to defeat the Dark Star with just existing skills.”
“sure?”
“Umm… To put it simply, I’m going to use Shipid.”
what? what do you use?
***
‘What, those.’
Bella ignored Shipid and frowned at the two confronting dogs.
Dark Star and Hellmaster.
I didn’t like it being in between the popularity rankings, but now that I see it, I’m even more annoyed.
‘What’s wrong with me.’
She turned the head of Shipid and headed between the two.
As if to separate them and look at themselves.
“Isn’t this the place to fight?”
At Bella’s soft words, Dark Star’s rider, Bob, grinned.
“It’s been a long time since we said hello to each other.”
“You two know each other?”
“Yeah, we had a match in our debut match. Of course, Dark Star won.”
“And today is the battle for lust.”
Carlson continued driving the Hellmaster to the order.
“At that time, I lost because I wasn’t there, but today will be different, Mr. Norris.”
“Wow, calm down. At the time, I wasn’t even a Dark Star rider.”
Bella frowned as she saw Carlson and Norris arguing with each other, putting herself aside.
“Heh, it’s the same with horses and riders.”
She left a cold word and went into the ordering table with Shipid.
“You seem to be very angry with Young-ae. Haha.”
“Are you young?”
“You really don’t know? Miss Bella is the daughter of the Duke of Westminster, England.”
“Were you aristocrats? If that’s your status, why would you ride horses instead of horses?”
“Well, I’m curious too. But isn’t she really pretty? Wow, I think she’s the prettiest female jockey I’ve ever seen.”
Carlson smirked at Bob’s words.
“As the leading jockey who achieved the triple crown, you are not nervous at all, Mr. Norris.”
“I think Carlson is talking about his brother-in-law? I heard that he has a reputation for being a genius jockey, that he doesn’t tremble even when he appears on the Arc de Triomphe at that age, but it’s amazing.”
“I hope it will be a good match.”
“Go first and wait. The game will be a straight line.”
Carlson raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
“Well, is it really?”
“Haha, it looks like there are a hundred wild serpents inside.”
“Mr. Norris is different from what I’ve heard.”
“……?”
“I heard that he is a sensual and pure rider who trusts horses and can ride, but now that I look at him, he seems to be good at psychological warfare.”
Bob scratched his cheek and opened his mouth.
“Actually, up until the match, the sprinter Hellmaster wasn’t interested in short-distance.”
“But are you interested?”
“Seeing each other here, I can see why Mr. Hunt and Mr. Inham are so closely watching the Hellmaster.
“I was interested in Dark Star’s attitude? Haha, that part is exactly what I heard.”
“This guy is on fire like this, so why don’t I have to do psychological warfare or something as a partner?”
Carlson nodded his head in agreement.
“That’s right. If you’re a rider, you have to do anything for your partner to win.”
Then, I lowered my goggles, covered my eyes, and glanced at the ordering table where Shipid was placed.
“Anything.”
***
-bang.
With the start signal reminiscent of the sound of gunfire, the ordering table opened all at once.
Three of the world’s top racehorses that started off smoothly stand out.
The leader was fighting from the beginning as if it was his place.
‘What!?’
Bob looked at Carlson and widened his eyes.
Chu Ipma, a short-distance sprinter, is fighting for the lead!
It was a strategy he couldn’t understand.
“Carlson, if you go out and fall on the grass, it’s us, thank you!”
Bob chuckled and raised his pace even more.
Bella followed behind them, and the Hellmaster was right behind them.
It was like running according to popularity ranking.
– Doo doo doo doo.
One corner that has just been reached.
From then on, Hellmaster’s pace began to drop gradually.
intentional deceleration.
The rankings started dropping quickly.
“It’s overdone, and it’s badass.”
“Kid, cool your head down below. Hahaha.”
“It’s usually like this in a big tournament like this, kid. Don’t be disheartened.”
“Come back when you have more experience, you’re still young.”
The riders passing by each uttered a word and ran forward.
ridicule and ridicule, or bad advice.
It may be a psychological warfare, but there was no respect for the opponent who competed on the same stage.
‘This guy or that guy is treated like a nosebleed.’
Carlson smiled bitterly as he looked at the tails of the veteran riders lined up in front of him.
It’s always been like that.
A kid who was lucky enough to ride on a good horse.
A genius title with his grandfather’s halo on his back.
On the one hand, it was the reality of a rider who couldn’t stand out more than words unless he had a decent career.
No matter how well you do it, it looks like you spoke well, and the rider’s effort is not well-represented.
“It doesn’t matter, I only run for my partner.”
At Carlson’s call, the Hellmaster made a brief turret.
as if that was right.
“Let’s start slowly, Hellmaster.”
Carlson’s gaze crossed the riders in front of him and reached Shipid, who was running in the second place.
And it started to move as if responding to that pace.
***
Madduk suddenly stood up from his seat.
Chris asked, puzzled by his sudden action.
“Uncle, why are you doing this?”
“Wait a moment.”
Madduk began to tap the table at a constant speed as if timing it with his index finger.
Then he put his hand away and looked at Franz.
“Is that what you mean by using Shipid?”
“Heh heh, it’s good to see you know before you even turn the second corner.”
Chris and I still tilted our heads at the conversation between the two.
“What the hell are you talking about, please explain.”
Madduk opened his mouth with a sullen face at my question.
“You know that Shipid has a talent for disturbing the demon army’s pace, right?”
“yes.”
“That’s what Hellmaster is following. Keeping pace with Shipid’s pace.”
He turned his attention back to Gyeongju to see if Madduk was right.
two movements.
As I watched it, it started to show up on me as well.
When Shipid tried to lower the speed to slow the pace of the demon army, Hellmaster on the other hand reduced the distance from the horse in front and pushed it up.
“It’s about bridging the gap, and that’s at the very end.”
At my words, Franz smiled and accepted my words.
“That’s right, the runners in the middle are probably going to die. Because they’re rocking back and forth.”
“But how do you get Shipid’s pace to be so accurate?”
“From the first spurt to the first corner, they fought for the lead and stole pace.”
stole it?
It’s not all about slowing down and speeding up.
Running at the pace of a competitor who is not a pacemaker is because it consumes a lot of stamina.
“What exactly does that mean?”
“Right now, Hellmaster runs with Shipid’s technique and tempo. So there’s no stamina consumption for deceleration and acceleration.”
“Hellmaster learned it in such a short period of time?”
“It would be more accurate to say that I learned it rather than learned it. Hellmaster is a word that has great absorption. You can learn anything quickly.”
I have listened to Franz’s explanation, but there is still a part that has not been resolved.
“But no matter how much you run in the same way, there’s no way you’ll lose stamina. The instructions for decelerating and accelerating are different.”
“Isn’t Carlson there?”
“yes?”
“My grandson is running two internal clocks right now. One is his and the other is for Shipid. So if there is any error, he gives instructions accordingly.”
He smiled as he crossed his arms.
“And there’s one more number.”