"What a beautiful weather, it's really perfect to go out and watch horse racing. Well, welcome everyone to the racecourse. We have prepared many exciting races for you today, and many familiar horse racing will appear on the track.
For example, the proud son of Caidi, the right path of America, etc.
Okay, let’s not talk anymore. Today’s first race is about to start. Let me introduce to you the horses that will enter this race.”
The commentator felt as if he had not woken up when he said these words, and there was nothing like the commentators Zhang Chi saw on TV howling at the top of their lungs.
This racecourse is not famous. There are many racecourses in the United States, but only a small number are famous. Besides, not all racecourses have the money to update their equipment and make modern improvements. You have to be rich.
The prerequisite for having money is the support of the population. With such a small population like here, how can it compete with some large racetracks for funds?
The racetrack Zhang Chi visited today is just like this. It is not famous, and it has never produced a horse that makes horse racing fans all over the United States excited.
Of course, there are still G1 horses, but they are all horses with little influence. None of them are even half as famous as Biscuit, Secretariat, etc.
While Zhang Chi listened to the commentator's ramble, he looked at the entrance, where all the horses would appear one after another.
"The first racing horse comes from Furlong. Its sire line is the famous local war horse. The grandfather is also an outstanding racing horse Yongda Beacon...".
As soon as the commentator uttered a word, a chestnut racing horse walked out of the entrance. Its jockey squatted on the horse and drove his racing horse slowly into the racecourse.
The horses may be a little nervous, and they keep moving their heads and pounding their front hooves.
"The second racing horse comes from Ferison. Its sire is Innes Mountain. Its grandfather is also a famous racing horse with pirouette. Needless to say, I need to mention his achievements in pirouette. What I want to mention is his achievements in the field of breeding.
Even bigger, the results of his sons and daughters are not dazzling, but his grandsons are famous in large numbers. Everyone should pay close attention to this racing horse today, it is one of the great excitements of winning this race."
"The third horse is from Minnesota...".
As the commentator announced one by one, the racing horses and their riders began to appear.
After hearing this, Zheng Bohong smiled and said to Zhang Chi: "It's quite the same thing. There's no big excitement about winning the championship. It's just a bunch of novice horses competing. It's interesting to hear him bragging as if he's willing to beat the blue."
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"Watch the game, why are you talking so much?" Zhao Yue was a little dissatisfied.
She is not a horse fan, but just wants to criticize her friends, for no other reason.
A few people were chatting when they suddenly heard the commentator introducing Sha Damu.
"The eleventh one to appear is Silly Damu. This name is a bit weird, it looks like the guy who was shot by us, but this is not that guy. This is Chinese, which means silly and cute Damu Zizi.
Oh, I love Chinese. To be honest, I have been learning Chinese. After learning Chinese, I might give up my job as a commentator and prepare to live in China. I heard that it is very chaotic at night, and fights over money are happening all the time.
Oh my god, I'm so good at fighting.
"Howl inside, shoot out".
Maybe the commentator thinks he is quite humorous, but Zhang Chi and others don't think that some Americans nowadays always like to talk about China. In fact, I don't know anything about China, and I have never been to China, but I just rely on my ears.
In my mind, I painted China as a dictatorship, and some even said that I have to write a report when I go to the toilet.
All in all, all kinds of black.
"Oh, look, everyone, he's coming out. Isn't he very big? God, he's six feet tall at the shoulders. All the horses today are a little shorter in front of him, and his legs are also very long. We wish him the best.
He was able to perform exceptionally well on today's track, and I think this may be a dark horse...".
Silly Damu and his jockey had already stepped onto the track. The other horses were shaking their heads or trotting to warm up. As soon as the bastard stepped onto the horse, he stopped and pooped at the entrance.
, and then at the urging of the jockey, he stepped onto the track like an upright wooden stake.
The jockey spurred him into a trot.
Everyone could see that Silly Damu was not excited at all. All the racing horses on the track would be a little excited, and it was not because they wanted to win the championship or win any prizes.
But the horses on the track now are all stallions, and they are still stallions that have not been mowed.
For male horses, the presence of other male horses around them means competition. The division of grades in the horse herd comes from this competition, so every male horse will appear a little impatient. They want to be among their companions.
Show your strength in front of them.
The same is true in racing. Some horses will run to the last breath in order to surpass other horses.
But Silly Damu was not like that at all. This guy just stood there, unlike all horses. If the jockey hadn't urged him, or even hit him with the tip of his whip, he would probably have preferred to stand there.
Of course, for Silly Damu, it would be perfect if there was a pile of materials in front of him.
It's a pity that this is a racecourse and no one will provide it with a pile of fodder.
"Why does your horse seem to be so slow?" Duan Shu turned his head and said to Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi didn't look at Silly Damu at this time. He turned around and looked around the stands. There were not many people in the stands just now, but now there are suddenly a lot more people. The originally sparse stands now seem to have doubled in size.
of people, and more people came out of the entrance one after another.
"broken!"
Zhao Yue suddenly said something at this time.
Everyone's eyes turned to her, all with questions on their faces.
"Why don't you come to watch the horse racing without buying a ticket? I'll buy one." Zhao Yue stood up as he said that.
"Bring me one too, and I'll win alone if I buy a stupid tree," Zheng Bohong said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chi immediately said: "Buy one for me too, I'll win alone."
Before Zhang Chi's words came to fruition, he heard Zheng Bohong say: "In addition, buy me another one. I think No. 3, No. 5, and No. 7 are the top three...".
"..." Zhang Chi was speechless for a moment.
Duan Shuyi also said: "Buy me one of these."
Zhang Chi didn't know what to say now, so he opened his mouth and said: "You..." and then stopped.
Zheng Bohong laughed and said: "There is no way, to be honest, your horse seems to be mentally retarded."
Duan Shu nodded and agreed: "It's not like it seems, but it is, you see."
After speaking, he pointed at the track.
Zhang Chi turned around and found that Silly Damu stood still again. Fortunately, this time it was not like a wooden stake, but was rubbing his chin against the fence of the racecourse.
Zhang Chi is used to it. Any incredible action this guy makes is not surprising to Zhang Chi. A horse can stand still for an entire hour. This horse is already different from ordinary horses.
The race does not start right after the horse enters the track. There is a small activity time ahead, which can be regarded as allowing the horse to warm up.
But it won’t take too long. If you warm up your body for about ten minutes and run for one or two minutes, the audience is not allowed to scold you?
So soon a tractor pulled the gate and slowly backed into the track.
Seeing that the gate was in place, all the jockeys gathered around the gate and prepared to enter.
This is not as easy as it seems. Many people think that the horse can just get in. In fact, this is not the case. Horses are very timid, which means they have no sense of security.
This is normal. Herbivores generally have no sense of security. They have to keep their ears erect when sleeping in nature. They have also evolved to sleep standing up and run away at any time. It is a bit too much to promote a sense of security. They sleep all around.
The one with its belly pointed upward is a lion, not a horse.
All the racing horses are near the gate machine, waiting to enter the gate one by one.
There was a problem with the first racing horse. This guy refused to enter the gate. No matter how much the jockey and the staff tried to help, it just stood at the gate, motionless.
He is afraid, and this fear will be transmitted to all horses on the track.
Of course, except for Silly Damu, this guy is currently standing at the entrance of the gate, continuing to rub his chin with the gate, and rubbing it quite hard.
After three attempts, the horse still failed to enter the gate. According to regulations, it was disqualified from the race.
It was still difficult for the second horse to enter the gate, but luckily it got in. The third horse arrived fine and had no big trouble as the staff stuffed it into the gate.
Shadamu is the eleventh gate, but another horse in front got emotional, so it is now changed to the eighth gate.
It was so easy for Silly Big Wood to enter the gate. The jockey made a move and this stupid big guy got directly into the gate. The two staff members didn't even raise their hands and it went in.
There are a total of sixteen horses in this race. Excluding the three guys who didn't enter the gate, there are only thirteen horses left.
After all the horses entered the gate, an old white man wearing white breeches and a blue suit came out and blew the horn twice to signal that the race was about to begin.
The sound was so low that Zhang Chi didn't pay much attention to the sound, so the old man took the call and left.
This thing seems to be a British tradition and is relatively rare in American racetracks. Of course, many racetracks in various places will have something unique.
With a snap, the gates opened. Almost as soon as the old man turned around, all the gates opened, and thirteen racing horses rushed out of the gates.
Shadamu was a little slow, but he firmly occupied the first place when he came out of the gate.
Why, the last one is no longer the first?
Zhang Chi was fully mentally prepared for this, and he did not dare to think about the first place in his mind. His original plan was to finish in the middle of the race, and then Zhang Chi used his check book to buy a horse with good foundation.
Feed yourself a few scoops of gourd juice and earn money.
Shadamu maintained his position as the last one very well.
A race like this does not arouse much interest from the audience, and there is no roar of cheers. It can be said that except for the horse owner, everyone else is very calm.
When Zhang Chi turned his head, he saw several spectators not far away eating hot dogs with lowered eyebrows.
ShaDaMu maintained his first place very well, because he was not pushed very far by the other horses, only half a body, which is already very good for ShaDaMu.