Sir Winston, Scent Of Rain, Victor Hugo and Stalingrad please
Inner sand:
600m: Del Aviz (Shreyas) 40. Easy.
1200m: Finley (Darshan) 1-20.5, 1,000/1-6.5, 600/39. Impressed.
Outer sand:
600m: This Is Gold (-) 1-15, 600/43. In fine trim. Golden Thunder (-) 44. Shaped well. Machiavellian (Kaviraj), Wings Of Fury (Ramswrup) 45.5. They moved freely. Fiery Lexi (Ajinkya) 45.5. Easy.
1000m: Glmmler (I. Chisty) 1-14, 600/45. Moved well. Eagle Day (G. Vivek) 1-16, 600/45. Easy. Nucleus (Mohit) 1-14, 600/42. Impressed. Golden Gallery (G. Vivek), Breeze Bluster (rg) 1-12, 600/43.5. They moved freely. Royal Mysore (Mukesh K) 1-15, 600/43. Shaped well. Sir Winston (Hindu S) 1-11.5, 600/42. Moved fluently. Channagide (Tejeshwar) 1-13, 600/44. Worked well.
1200m: Scent Of Rain (P. Trevor) 1-25.5, 1,000/1-11, 600/43. Moved fluently. Cascais (Salman K) 1-27.5, 1,000/1-13.5, 600/45. In fine trim.
1400m: Stalingrad (Pavan), Victor Hugo (Rozario) 1-41.5, 1,200/1-27, 1,000/1-12.5, 600/42. They moved attractively. Hyperdrive (Pavan), Zeppelin (Rozario) 1-42, 1,200/1-27.5, 1,000/1-13, 600/43.5. Former started four lengths behind and finished level. Hurricane Bay (Likith) 1-45, 1,200/1-28, 1,000/1-12, 600/44. In fine condition. Regal Reality (Akshay) 1-46, 1,200/1-29, 1,000/1-14, 600/44. Pleased.
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