Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2012 9:34:19 GMT -5
Blue Me Away was a colt who appeared to be on his way to stardom, if the start of his career on the track was anything to go by at least. He had raced three times, and he had won all three of those races. It wasn't really clear just what his greatest achievement was at this stage as in some way he had done something special in each of his three races. Winning in his debut had been an achievement, winning a major race in his second start had been an achievement, and winning against a field which included older horses was yet another. All in all, his record so far was looking strong and the stable had a mind to continue building upon that record.
When you saw him, you could tell he was a powerful creature. His ebony pelt sheathed toned muscle which rippled when he moved and he had a look of confidence about him. He was not the biggest horse out there, but then he was not the smallest, and when it came to heart the stable felt it would be difficult to find another who could match him. This strong preceder did not know what it meant to give up, he was highly competitive and they encouraged that.
The Wire Finish Cup was going to be a very competitive series, and it was here that Blue was next going to be ran. Jacob was excited, it was the first time in a while that the series had ran and it provided an excellent opportunity to show the class of the colt. It provided an excellent opportunity to see how the colt ran against a field of his peers. The field, Matthias had explained, was currently one that consisted of four entrants. Blue, who would start in Gate One, would be facing the likes of Abastor, Mini Monstorm and Lost In Memories.
Looking at the field, it was likely to be a very close race, with two preceders and two closers. Most of the field had not yet placed out of the top three, but two had already won at least once while the others had yet to claim a win. While the team really wanted a win, they would be happy enough as long as they were in the top three really, and that was quite possible. As long as he was prepared, to prevent him from entering the race too hot, Matthias had confidence that the colt had the abilities to manage that.
Two furlongs was all they would be running today. Short, clean, but effective. As Lucas led the energetic colt out onto the track, with Jacob already mounted, he held the excited juvenile tight to prevent him from bolting up the track. Blue loved to run, and he knew that running was exactly what the track was for. He pulled against the handler's grip, but to no avail, and was soon gated ready for the work. The jockey thought over their strategy for the race. He would put Blue behind Abastor at the beginning, forcing the other to become a front runner for the race, and remain not far behind for the majority of the race before taking him on in the stretch. With any luck, they'd have the distance between themselves and the closers to be able to close off the race without too many issues.
The gates opened, and the black colt broke quickly. His head high, and dark eyes glinting, they moved up the turf at a good pace and even though he could not see Jacob new the colt's gait would be a spectacle, the conformation almost flawless as he galloped at his most effective. Jacob pushed the colt onwards, urging him up the short distance and felt the colt respond to his request. That was the thing with Blue, once he knew he could trust you he didn't really question you on the track.
The turf was firm and currently dry, but Matthias had told Jake that rain showers had been forecast between now and the race and so to expect the conditions to change. Not that it would other the colt all that much, but it was always good to be prepared for what was to come. The colt's legs moved in a four beat, then a pause, and the sound was a pleasant constant to the jockey, who was preparing himself for the second half of the work when he had agreed with the trainer to push him, and quite hard, for the finish.
With the first furlong over, and the colt up to a good speed, the jockey started to drive the colt and hard. He cracked the crop against his ride's rump, and urged him forwards. Blue responded well, his pace increasing quickly at the jockey's command. He reached his top speed quickly, and so his speed levelled out, but he did not slow down. He was moving quickly, proudly, and as they passed the post Jacob was smiling. They would give this race their best shot.
When you saw him, you could tell he was a powerful creature. His ebony pelt sheathed toned muscle which rippled when he moved and he had a look of confidence about him. He was not the biggest horse out there, but then he was not the smallest, and when it came to heart the stable felt it would be difficult to find another who could match him. This strong preceder did not know what it meant to give up, he was highly competitive and they encouraged that.
The Wire Finish Cup was going to be a very competitive series, and it was here that Blue was next going to be ran. Jacob was excited, it was the first time in a while that the series had ran and it provided an excellent opportunity to show the class of the colt. It provided an excellent opportunity to see how the colt ran against a field of his peers. The field, Matthias had explained, was currently one that consisted of four entrants. Blue, who would start in Gate One, would be facing the likes of Abastor, Mini Monstorm and Lost In Memories.
Looking at the field, it was likely to be a very close race, with two preceders and two closers. Most of the field had not yet placed out of the top three, but two had already won at least once while the others had yet to claim a win. While the team really wanted a win, they would be happy enough as long as they were in the top three really, and that was quite possible. As long as he was prepared, to prevent him from entering the race too hot, Matthias had confidence that the colt had the abilities to manage that.
Two furlongs was all they would be running today. Short, clean, but effective. As Lucas led the energetic colt out onto the track, with Jacob already mounted, he held the excited juvenile tight to prevent him from bolting up the track. Blue loved to run, and he knew that running was exactly what the track was for. He pulled against the handler's grip, but to no avail, and was soon gated ready for the work. The jockey thought over their strategy for the race. He would put Blue behind Abastor at the beginning, forcing the other to become a front runner for the race, and remain not far behind for the majority of the race before taking him on in the stretch. With any luck, they'd have the distance between themselves and the closers to be able to close off the race without too many issues.
The gates opened, and the black colt broke quickly. His head high, and dark eyes glinting, they moved up the turf at a good pace and even though he could not see Jacob new the colt's gait would be a spectacle, the conformation almost flawless as he galloped at his most effective. Jacob pushed the colt onwards, urging him up the short distance and felt the colt respond to his request. That was the thing with Blue, once he knew he could trust you he didn't really question you on the track.
The turf was firm and currently dry, but Matthias had told Jake that rain showers had been forecast between now and the race and so to expect the conditions to change. Not that it would other the colt all that much, but it was always good to be prepared for what was to come. The colt's legs moved in a four beat, then a pause, and the sound was a pleasant constant to the jockey, who was preparing himself for the second half of the work when he had agreed with the trainer to push him, and quite hard, for the finish.
With the first furlong over, and the colt up to a good speed, the jockey started to drive the colt and hard. He cracked the crop against his ride's rump, and urged him forwards. Blue responded well, his pace increasing quickly at the jockey's command. He reached his top speed quickly, and so his speed levelled out, but he did not slow down. He was moving quickly, proudly, and as they passed the post Jacob was smiling. They would give this race their best shot.
