Secretariat Page #10

[Man] Easy there, easy.

[Man] That's good.

[Inhales, exhales]

[Male announcer]

Only five horses in the field today,

many ofthe owners conceding that

this is a match race

between Secretariat and Sham.

[Neighing]

[Male announcer] The field is at

the post. Chic Anderson with the call.

[Chic] Horses now loaded in.

- [Starting bell rings]

- And they're off!

Secretariat surging from the gate.

Secretariat away very well,

has good position on the rail.

Secretariat driving immediately

into the lead.

Secretariat and Sham

offto a surprisingly rapid pace.

He's going out too fast!

Sham, on the outside,

is also moving along strongly.

Now it's Sham.

Sham and Secretariat are...

- This is no good.

- [Announcer continues, indistinct]

- Why is he going to the lead?

- Because I don't know.

Go! Go!

Sham pushing Secretariat

into an even faster pace.

As they round the first turn...

... drawing away down to the backstretch.

Sham pressing Secretariat even faster.

Secretariat refusing to yield.

Driving forward.

This is unbelievable.

No horse can take this pace!

Sham pushes forward

to challenge for the rail.

Come on, Ronnie. Come on.

Three quarters, a blistering 1:09.4.

There you go! There you go!

Secretariat and Sham

locked in a deadly duel.

It's another eight lengths to Private

Smiles, who is trailing the field.

[Speaks French]

It's Secretariat and Sham!

- Oh, man. This is a catastrophe.

- It's too fast.

- Before the turn, it's Secretariat.

- [Man] Come on, Big Red.

Let him run, Ronnie! Let him run!

Sham and Secretariat pulling away

at blazing speed!

With a half mile still to run,

Secretariat sprinting away.

Four lengths.

Six!

Nine! Eleven!

Entering the final turn, Secretariat

is moving like a tremendous machine!

That's impossible.

[Sound of crowd silences]

[Penny] "He laughs at fear,

afraid of nothing.

He does not shy away from the sword.

He cannot stand still

when the trumpet sounds."

[Gospel music plays]

Oh! Glory!

[Male announcer]

The lead is now 24 lengths.

- Twenty-six lengths!

- Whoo-hoo!

- Twenty-eight and still surging!

- Ride him, Ronnie! Ride him!

- Go, Red!

- Go, Red!

- [Boy] Whoa.

- God.

[Lucien] Ronnie!

Ronnie, don't fall off!

There you go, Red!

Secretariat by 30!

- Secretariat wins!

- [Cheering]

Secretariat wins by 31 lengths!

You have a great horse.

[Laughing, cheering]

[Song ends]

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