Playing home games at Yasothon Province Stadium, the side ended in a credible third place, which was backed up by fourth position in 2011. A midtable and then lowly position ensued before the club dropped out of the league at the end of the 2013 season.
Attendances were encouraging as supporters cheered the goals of Ousmanou Mohamadou. The Cameroon forward was replaced at the top of the scoring chart by Guinea forward Diop Badara Aly for a couple of seasons, as Yasothon finished third and then eleventh in the table.
League Disappointment
Poorer finishes followed, with Pongsak Boontos and then Amronphun Homduang top scoring. Tanut Pattaramanee was appointed as head coach for the 2023-24 season before being replaced by Prachumpong Kongchandee, as Sutthipong Duangthungsa put away the chances.
Jakkapob returned to the role of head coach at the start of the 2024-25 season before being replaced by Peemmawat Cheewayaphan, who was succeeded by Chawang Kongnonkok.
My visits
Yasothon 2 Rasisalai United 1
I’d done a little research relating to the game, as I do videos as things unfold for our weekly Thai football podcast, and noticed gates at Yasothon had dropped off a cliff since Covid, which perhaps explained the free admission to try and entice fans back, as well as selling club shirts for just 399 Baht (8.90)
Judging by the noise at full-time, most may well return. Their team, ‘The Rockets’, named as this is the area home to the annual big-money rocket festivals, were second best for long periods in terms of thought and pace.
Before kick-off, the King’s Anthem sounded like it was being played by a brass band from West Yorkshire, which immediately gave me a boost. The gent on the PA did his bit throughout to build the atmosphere in a voice making him sound like a Thai Michael O’Hehir.
Visiting skipper Thitiphong Photumptha put his side ahead after twenty-four minutes when keeper Surakiad Kratumkhan flapped at and missed a corner. The initial header came back off the post before the rebound was headed home by the same player.
The legs of Surakiad denied Nattapon Yongsakool who really should have doubled the advantage. Rasisalai, who must have thought I was stalking them as this was the fourth week in succession I’d watched them, were made to pay in first-half stoppage time.
The away side again dominated attacking possession after the restart on what really was a poor playing surface, which again would probably have seen a postponement elsewhere around the world.
It was a relief to see a huge storm skirt around town in the distance, as the lightning flashed. Yasothon were forced to change keepers owing to injury. The replacement Jetsada Bunrueng was stocky and short, but surprisingly hardly tested.
The pitch inevitably aided poorly timed challenges often caused by mis-control of the ball, which some players made the most of, leaving referee Rutratchapoom Moolpong to try and decipher a huge game of Call My Bluff. Players really don’t help themselves, but it appears to be seen as an occupational hazard out here if it means getting an opponent into bother.
Down to Ten Men
Jetsada was like a bull in a china shop. He was slow, but he put his body on the line, and most importantly, he got the crowd going and enthused his teammates as he got stuck into opponents and started to make things happen. Fans are the same around the world. They love a trier, especially one that engages with them, and this fella immediately got them on his side.
The away side was still more likely to grab a winner, but the home side was forcing them back. I didn’t think that they had the wherewithal or pace to create a clear chance. I’d moved around behind the goal for the last few minutes, as time was tight at full-time.
Jetsada made a smart run to stay onside and collect a good pass. Keeper Banhan Thubthong advanced and tried to make a diving block, but the ball was dinked over him and crawled over the line in the final of the six additional minutes.
The place went berserk, including those maybe unaware of the free admission who watched from behind the perimeter railings, with some enjoying a boozy tailgate party. Seconds later, it was all over.
I had tried to convince a young fella to drive me back to the bus station in his tuk-tuk, but it turned out it was a company vehicle rather than being for hire. It meant a second fifty-five-minute walk of the day, avoiding several ratty soi dogs as I proceeded.
Challenging Return
The first was full, and the fella at the ticket desk just shrugged his shoulders when I asked when the next one was due. It certainly makes me smile when I think back to customers haranguing me on the tube if the next train was fifteen minutes away.
From Ubon, I had a forty-five-minute wait for the bus to Yasothon. Thankfully, things are more organised at the bigger bus terminals. The fare was 116 Baht for the 100km journey. However, now lagging time-wise meant I had to forego a visit to a museum on a lake I wanted to see.
The only form of public transport was a motorbike taxi, which I’m petrified of. No conventional taxis, buses or tuk-tuks. Grab and Bolt had not registered in the province. It is your own transport or Shanks’ Pony time.
| Storm Clouds Gather |
Mad Dash
Google Maps said it was a nineteen-minute journey to the station. The train left in sixteen minutes. I got on board with two to spare, which offered an indication as to how fast my taxi driver went. Then, on reaching Kanthararom, I discovered my good lady had crashed out at home with no Grab available. She rose from her slumbers and brought me a beer.
Yasothon 0 Sisaket United 1
Yasothon hosts an annual rocket festival, which is extremely popular in Isan, the region of northeast Thailand. It attracts huge crowds as well as illegal gambling around lots of eating and drinking, which are listed as two of my favourite hobbies.
Pre Match Atmosphere
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| Time for the King's Anthem A rare highlight |
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| The Sisaket team bus. The coach parked in front of their goal. Or maybe not! |
The keeper was on the edge of his box, assuming the ball would reach him. The big Brazilian lobbed him, but the bounce saw his effort come back off the bottom of the bar. Pazigazzi followed up to stoop and head home.
The Argentinian was the best player at Sisaket by a country mile and put in everything he had week after week. His fellow overseas players should have bought his meals after matches because they are frankly getting away with it. Without him, they would have been even more inept.
The second half was awful. Ineptitude was in evidence all around. There were more petty arguments, mainly involving the two African home forwards and Sisaket’s Brazilian duo. The half was probably best summed up in stoppage time as the visitors invited more pressure towards their own goal.
John, as ever, was excellent company along with Peter at his fine establishment before my regular Grab taxi arrived to take me home at 10pm.








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