Hokkaido Horse Racing Story.

Chapter 190 The Noise at the Racecourse
afternoon--

Although the sun is setting, there is still plenty of sunshine.

After a whole day of scorching heat, Dubai turned sweltering in the evening.

Just by stepping outside, a thin layer of sweat began to seep out of my body.

The perceived temperature seems to have risen a bit as well.

At this moment, the setting sun dyed the Crescent Moon Stand with the color of dusk.

In the field of vision, the crimson clouds have already covered half of the sky.

It's altocumulus.

It should be a little cooler at night.

Leisurely set off towards the reviewing ground.

As I passed by the stands, I could hear constant cheers.

"If it's Midan, Sakuya won't lose!"

"Your performance in chasing was great. I hope things go well today as well."

"President Kitano, please make sure to release more photos of Sakuya bathing!"

"Oops! I forgot to buy the commemorative betting ticket from NAR—"

Amidst the cheers, in addition to horse fans who came from the local area, you can also see many foreign faces.

[Let Anna show you who the real winner of the Eclipse Prize is! ! ! ]

Although it is still early for the Dubai World Cup, some North American horse fans have already openly displayed provocative banners.

"Go win the damn game!"

In front of the banner, a horse fan wearing a white and green wig clenched his fists and yelled at Kitano who was passing by.

A burst of cheers of "Wow" broke out all around.

Kitano bowed deeply toward the stands as he had done before.

"Thank you so much!"

Although, I was a little startled by this sudden enthusiasm.

It was not until they arrived at the reviewing ground that their somewhat numb eardrums fully recovered their hearing.

A long line of people has been formed from the edge of the stands to the guardrail of the reviewing ground.

The green belt set up between the two guardrails to prevent stray horses from accidentally eating water has naturally become the place where stakeholders place water bottles.

Some careless people even put their mobile phones on it.

In this year's Dubai Gold Cup, the number of Japanese horses running away was zero.

At present, many Japanese horse owners are still staying in the reception area inside the stands, struggling to cope with the hot climate in the Middle East with the help of air conditioning.

I glanced around quickly, but didn't see any familiar faces.

Just as Kitano was thinking this, he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

"He looks beautiful, doesn't he?"

"Yes, this guy is really a good horse!"

"I was planning on taking him to Europe, and those bastard trainers actually said the prize money for the European races wasn't worth the trip."

“Americans are so hateful!”

The two men, arm in arm, were commenting on a racehorse on the field with great praise.

It's Jasper and John.

This combination is not surprising.

"Good evening, Mr. Jasper, Mr. John."

Kitano came forward and greeted him.

"Good evening, KITANO!"

Jasper, who had only met him once, gave him a bear hug, and John responded with a warm wave of his hand.

“He was struggling last year so I became his co-owner for less than I expected.”

Jasper puffed out his chest and pointed proudly at a racehorse on the parade ground.

Then, there was another long speech.

The main story revolves around how he chose a racehorse named "Corruption" from a long list recommended by a horse racing agent. Kitano was forced to listen to this lengthy speech along with the intrigued John.

After the parade of the debut circle was finally over, Jasper invited them to watch the race from the special guest seats before the finish line.

Kitano originally planned to decline, but then he changed his mind because it was still early for the Dubai World Cup to start.

In the end, I stayed with him until the end.

The three of them picked up their plates at the food court and piled food onto them as they walked towards the viewing area.

Kitano took a few Indian crispy balls that Kimura strongly recommended, and the chef added a spoonful of mashed potatoes and semi-solidified yogurt.

Then there's the triangular fried dough snack called a samosa.

Arriving at the spectator seats in front of the finish line, the horses for the Dubai Gold Cup have not yet entered the gate.

Kitano crushed a corner of the ball as recommended by the chef, dipped it in some mashed potatoes and yogurt, and put it in his mouth.

The taste is much better than expected.

Then, tried the samosa part.

The skin is quite crispy, and the filling inside is beef mixed with various spices.

It’s not that bad to say.

Above my head, the orange sky gradually turned dark blue.

The night falls in the east and the neon lights in the city center light up.

Through the gap between the Crescent Stand and the building behind, the sunset in the west still retains a hint of crimson.

Corruption and Castlevania will definitely surprise you -

This was Jasper's boast about four minutes ago.

The result was eight moves out of the nine-headed horse.

Jasper shifted his dull gaze away from the bulletin board and smoothed his messy blond hair.

The West Coast horse owner sighed and shrugged.

"I saw him run past me at least twice."

Even before his ranking was confirmed, Jasper had already regained his spirits.

Kitano was inexplicably impressed.

"I'll be here cheering you on during the Dubai World Gold Cup."

Jasper showed his healthy white teeth and gave a thumbs-up.

Although he even remembered the name of the race wrong, Kitano and John still expressed their gratitude to the West Coast horse owners.

Turning around, the sky cut by the crescent-shaped ceiling had been covered with a blue curtain, and the edges of the stands were lit up with sparkling LED lights.

The lights in the stadium came on, and everywhere was filled with brilliant lights, sounds and dancing figures.

On this strange evening in a foreign country, three horse owners who had no previous acquaintance with each other gathered together and commented on one race after another based on the various dishes on the plates at hand.

When their predictions are accurate, they will raise a toast of champagne to celebrate; otherwise, they will seriously analyze the track conditions, gate positions and even the impact of wind speed on the direction of the race.

It wasn't until the eighth game of the day, the Dubai Sima Classic, that Kitano tied his slightly loose tie again.

The next game is the final Dubai World Cup today.

Putting down the champagne in his hand, the expression on John's face became more excited.

"Okay, let's go and get ready for the competition!"

As he spoke, he put on his signature black and blue baseball cap again and strode towards the reviewing ground.

After stretching his stiff shoulders a few times, Kitano also took a step forward.

The sounds that poured into his ears gradually became blurred, and finally twisted into a type that Kitano was familiar with—

The noise that is unique to a racecourse.

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"【Dubai Sima C】

A resounding comeback! Dubai's Sima C, after two years, challenged again on Magalun Island and secured victory with a powerful last kick.

——《n○tkeiba》

(End of this chapter)