Ground: Vichupa Fields
Capacity: N/A
Opened: c2019
Clubs: The venue is available for clubs to rent
Bangkok is not short of football venues of a decent quality that are available to hire. Vichupa Fields is one example, with its multiple pitches providing floodlights and their own changing rooms.
A Hub of Amateur Football
It is also booked for singular requirements for those looking for a neutral venue for other local football, such as the Bangkok Premier League or the Thonburi League. Or sometimes for one-off recreational football or staging the matches of professional youth sides.
Each pitch has high netting surrounding it to prevent footballs from disappearing into the wild or adjoining houses. They have changing facilities and its own set of floodlights. In all, an excellent set of facilities.
My visits
V 5
Minburi City 3 Pivo V Revolution 0
Friendly - Wednesday 19th January
👨👨👧👧 c25 🎟️ Free
The opportunity of midweek football was something I grabbed, especially if relatively local. My experiences can be read about here. The game took place on Pitch 5, on Soi Amon Wiwat.
V 5
SG FC 0 FC Bangsaotong 0
The opportunity of midweek football was something I grabbed, especially if relatively local. My experiences can be read about here. The game took place on Pitch 5, on Soi Amon Wiwat.
V 5
SG FC 0 FC Bangsaotong 0
Bangkok Premier League Division 2 - Sunday 6th March 2022
👨👨👧👧 c15 🎟️ Free
I returned to the same venue through an unexpected opportunity that raised its head and can be read about here.
V 3
Siam FC 3 Kasem Bundit University 0
Thonburi League Champions League semi-final - Sunday 12th February 2023
👨👨👧👧 c15 🎟️ Free
My football adventures were less intense in 2023, usually meaning that I headed to one game a week and looked forward to it. This was rather than packing in some games when, on reflection, it had sometimes been a box-ticking exercise.
However, I still loved visiting new venues whenever possible. Muang Thong United v Buriram United was undoubtedly the best game in Bangkok all weekend, but a 7pm Sunday kick-off and then the scramble to try and find a taxi deterred me from heading that way.
It was time for me to revisit some local stuff, with a choice of two matches. Linping, formerly AC Tuttocuoio, against Nonthaburi City at Airport Stadium, was one, but the other, with jeopardy involved in the result at a venue I’d yet to see a game at, won the day, but only just.
I was tired. Life was fantastic and every day brought joy, but along with it lots of mind and sometimes legwork. The temperatures were rising, making walking a more exhausting hobby. And I’d had a fantastic Saturday with my beautiful lady, as we looked after two friends from Hull with a trip to Chachoengsao.
Another attraction of my selected match was that it ignited the excitement of a bus route I’d yet to try, and see what I would experience along the way. All was good, apart from the fact that the bus didn’t want to appear. It meant that I was close at one stage to reverting to the other game option.
I headed to 7/11 to break a large note, as I realised that I could still go to my first choice, but by taxi. As I came out of the shop, I was greeted with the sight of the lovely air-conditioned bus coming in my direction. There was just enough time to cross the road and frantically wave my arms.
Despite being fifty metres short of the stop, the driver saw my predicament, flashed his lights, and came right up to me. What a good man. The journey was indeed interesting, as we went past a previously undiscovered craft beer bar before I alighted from my 20 Baht ride. I noted the bar for future reference.
It was a further fifteen minutes' walk to the venue, where panic set in on arrival. No teams were warming up on the show pitch. In the distance, I could see a chap saving shots, and sure enough, the game was being played on V3 pitch, which could well have been the usual home ground of Siam FC.
It was not ideal, with no specific spectator facilities available. Both covered canopies with seating were being taken up by either team and their close allies. Neutrals weren’t really considered, not that many ever attended to watch. I sat in the shadows at the foot of a floodlight pylon, which worked out perfectly.
It was a sweltering afternoon, the sort you would take shelter from in the shade if watching cricket. Yet, the academy sides of the two professional teams would do battle in temperatures well into the thirties for a place in their league final, on a short pitch.
The playing surface was immaculate, leading to a fast-flowing game between two sides that I’d enjoyed watching over the previous few months. It was the team of the university that was on top in the early exchanges, as their number 23 was clean through but dragged wide from a great position.
At the other end, Siam's number 19 showed great footwork to round the Bundit keeper, but put it wide with the goal gaping. At this point, a man appeared who I adjudged to be the player of the match.
The sound of the bell being rung by a fella on a motorcycle, with a small frame attached to it, was music to my ears. I thought that 40 Baht for a tub of ice cream was a little on the expensive side, but it was a decent portion, it was cold, and tasted delicious. In hindsight, I’d have given him a 100 Baht note for the pleasure.
The weather was too much for the players as well, with the referee sensibly splitting each half into three-thirds to allow for lots of water to be drunk. Once refreshed, Siam’s number 19 was soon back in the thrust of the action.
He had an effort saved by the feet of the Kasem keeper after he beat the offside trap, although I thought the official may have slipped up and missed the offence. One thing I was sure of was that I wasn’t going to volunteer to do his job. Any mistakes by the far-side linesman were totally acceptable.
The man in the 19 shirt was at it again, once again springing the trap, but this time firing over. However, he was not to be denied as he scored from close range just past the half-hour mark after his colleague, number 20, rolled the ball square to him. The scorer looked too embarrassed to celebrate, acknowledging his earlier misses.
He would go on to complete his hat-trick before the interval, with two more predatory finishes before both sides earned a fully deserved few minutes to recover. I could have done with some water myself, though I was fortunate that the shadows were growing.
After the interval, the students in bright orange came out with the bit between their teeth and threatened to force a comeback. Their number 23 saw an effort scrambled off the line, and then the player wearing number 88 in the Siam goal saved a shot from the same Bundit attacker.
The pressure continued as number 10 saw his effort go narrowly over the bar. The second half was more intense, with the university side getting stuck in. It led to several feisty exchanges, which I’m not totally convinced the referee handled too well.
Siam defended resolutely and then began to look dangerous on the break. The Bundit keeper pulled off a fine double save in the closing stages, before I decided to walk around, ready to make my escape after seeing that my app was indicating that my bus home had departed Minburi.
I was immensely proud of myself as my Yorkshire upbringing kicked in on reaching the stop on Thanon Kubon. The 197 bus route had some new air-conditioned vehicles, costing passengers 20 Baht a ride, like the one I caught to go to the match.
The old ones, with wooden floors, were 8 Baht with the windows being wound down to create cool air. On this occasion, the posh one arrived one minute ahead of the other. I saved myself 12 Baht. Why spend more has always been my motto, and I wasn’t going to change now.
The thriftiness continued. I still had an unused KFC discount voucher. I purchased plenty of chicken, some of which we gave to our relatives in the condo opposite. It is one of the reasons I love Thailand. It's like England of old, with a community spirit.
A wonderful day was enjoyed, after I’d earlier shown my lovely lady how to make spaghetti Bolognese, and we later relaxed for the evening over a few drinks. A few classic episodes of Only Fools and Horses, followed by the Leeds United v Manchester United game, kept us royally entertained. A Super Sunday indeed.
My football adventures were less intense in 2023, usually meaning that I headed to one game a week and looked forward to it. This was rather than packing in some games when, on reflection, it had sometimes been a box-ticking exercise.
However, I still loved visiting new venues whenever possible. Muang Thong United v Buriram United was undoubtedly the best game in Bangkok all weekend, but a 7pm Sunday kick-off and then the scramble to try and find a taxi deterred me from heading that way.
It was time for me to revisit some local stuff, with a choice of two matches. Linping, formerly AC Tuttocuoio, against Nonthaburi City at Airport Stadium, was one, but the other, with jeopardy involved in the result at a venue I’d yet to see a game at, won the day, but only just.
I was tired. Life was fantastic and every day brought joy, but along with it lots of mind and sometimes legwork. The temperatures were rising, making walking a more exhausting hobby. And I’d had a fantastic Saturday with my beautiful lady, as we looked after two friends from Hull with a trip to Chachoengsao.
Another attraction of my selected match was that it ignited the excitement of a bus route I’d yet to try, and see what I would experience along the way. All was good, apart from the fact that the bus didn’t want to appear. It meant that I was close at one stage to reverting to the other game option.
I headed to 7/11 to break a large note, as I realised that I could still go to my first choice, but by taxi. As I came out of the shop, I was greeted with the sight of the lovely air-conditioned bus coming in my direction. There was just enough time to cross the road and frantically wave my arms.
Despite being fifty metres short of the stop, the driver saw my predicament, flashed his lights, and came right up to me. What a good man. The journey was indeed interesting, as we went past a previously undiscovered craft beer bar before I alighted from my 20 Baht ride. I noted the bar for future reference.
It was a further fifteen minutes' walk to the venue, where panic set in on arrival. No teams were warming up on the show pitch. In the distance, I could see a chap saving shots, and sure enough, the game was being played on V3 pitch, which could well have been the usual home ground of Siam FC.
It was not ideal, with no specific spectator facilities available. Both covered canopies with seating were being taken up by either team and their close allies. Neutrals weren’t really considered, not that many ever attended to watch. I sat in the shadows at the foot of a floodlight pylon, which worked out perfectly.
It was a sweltering afternoon, the sort you would take shelter from in the shade if watching cricket. Yet, the academy sides of the two professional teams would do battle in temperatures well into the thirties for a place in their league final, on a short pitch.
The playing surface was immaculate, leading to a fast-flowing game between two sides that I’d enjoyed watching over the previous few months. It was the team of the university that was on top in the early exchanges, as their number 23 was clean through but dragged wide from a great position.
At the other end, Siam's number 19 showed great footwork to round the Bundit keeper, but put it wide with the goal gaping. At this point, a man appeared who I adjudged to be the player of the match.
The sound of the bell being rung by a fella on a motorcycle, with a small frame attached to it, was music to my ears. I thought that 40 Baht for a tub of ice cream was a little on the expensive side, but it was a decent portion, it was cold, and tasted delicious. In hindsight, I’d have given him a 100 Baht note for the pleasure.
The weather was too much for the players as well, with the referee sensibly splitting each half into three-thirds to allow for lots of water to be drunk. Once refreshed, Siam’s number 19 was soon back in the thrust of the action.
He had an effort saved by the feet of the Kasem keeper after he beat the offside trap, although I thought the official may have slipped up and missed the offence. One thing I was sure of was that I wasn’t going to volunteer to do his job. Any mistakes by the far-side linesman were totally acceptable.
The man in the 19 shirt was at it again, once again springing the trap, but this time firing over. However, he was not to be denied as he scored from close range just past the half-hour mark after his colleague, number 20, rolled the ball square to him. The scorer looked too embarrassed to celebrate, acknowledging his earlier misses.
He would go on to complete his hat-trick before the interval, with two more predatory finishes before both sides earned a fully deserved few minutes to recover. I could have done with some water myself, though I was fortunate that the shadows were growing.
After the interval, the students in bright orange came out with the bit between their teeth and threatened to force a comeback. Their number 23 saw an effort scrambled off the line, and then the player wearing number 88 in the Siam goal saved a shot from the same Bundit attacker.
The pressure continued as number 10 saw his effort go narrowly over the bar. The second half was more intense, with the university side getting stuck in. It led to several feisty exchanges, which I’m not totally convinced the referee handled too well.
Siam defended resolutely and then began to look dangerous on the break. The Bundit keeper pulled off a fine double save in the closing stages, before I decided to walk around, ready to make my escape after seeing that my app was indicating that my bus home had departed Minburi.
I was immensely proud of myself as my Yorkshire upbringing kicked in on reaching the stop on Thanon Kubon. The 197 bus route had some new air-conditioned vehicles, costing passengers 20 Baht a ride, like the one I caught to go to the match.
The old ones, with wooden floors, were 8 Baht with the windows being wound down to create cool air. On this occasion, the posh one arrived one minute ahead of the other. I saved myself 12 Baht. Why spend more has always been my motto, and I wasn’t going to change now.
The thriftiness continued. I still had an unused KFC discount voucher. I purchased plenty of chicken, some of which we gave to our relatives in the condo opposite. It is one of the reasons I love Thailand. It's like England of old, with a community spirit.
A wonderful day was enjoyed, after I’d earlier shown my lovely lady how to make spaghetti Bolognese, and we later relaxed for the evening over a few drinks. A few classic episodes of Only Fools and Horses, followed by the Leeds United v Manchester United game, kept us royally entertained. A Super Sunday indeed.
