Bungsamran

1) Soey........ 15kg (p)

2) mekong... 10kg (m)

3) mekong....28kg (p)

4) mekong....28kg (p)

5) mekong...25kg (p)

6) mekong...14kg (m)

7) siamese.... 10kg (m)

8) tilapia.... 1lb (p)

9) mekong.... 40kg (m)

10) mekong.... 43kg (p)   223kg @ 12:15

11) mekong..... 40kg (p)

12) mekong..... 20kg (m)

13)mekong...... 23kg (p

14) mekong..... 30kg (m)

15) mekong.... 20kg (p)

16) mekong..... 20kg (m)

17) mekong .... 30kg (p)

18) mekong.... 40kg (p)

19) mekong.... 30kg (p)

20) mekong.... 30kg (m)  283kg @ 15:40  total = 506kg 

21) mekong .... 30kg (p)

22) mekong.... 28kg (m)

23) mekong..... 38kg (m)

24) mekong.... 38kg (p)

25) mekong.... 30kg (p)

26) mekong.... 42kg (m)

27) mekong.... 25kg (p)

28) mekong.... 25kg (m)

29) mekong... 35kg (p)

30) mekong... 30kg (m)  321kg @ 17:00 total = 827kg

31) mekong.... 20kg (m)

32) mekong.... 25kg (p)

32) mekong... 30kg (m)

33) mekong... 25kg (p)

34) mekong... 23kg (m)

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JORDÃO'S JOTTINGS Vs qpr (a)

JORDÃO'S JOTTINGS

queens park rangers 0

WEST BROMWICH ALBION 2

EFL CHAMPIONSHIP SAT 28/9/19

"It ain't over, til it's over!"

One Swallow
Doesn't make a summer,
Three swans flying
In formation
Isn't the onset of doom.
And
Although defeat today
Would be a bummer,
Supporters shouldn't be
Full of gloom.
Battles may be lost
Along the way
Being on the wrong end
Of a score,
The occasional set back
Will be acceptable
As long as we eventually
Win the war.

As the teams took to the field and lined up in their formations, it was clear that Mr Bilic had won the battle on the touch line. QPR had won their last four games and had found a successful formation of three mountains at the back, five across the midfield and two willing runners upfront. Those victories had come against teams without the weaponry that the Baggies possess, so Mr Bilic only tweaked one position, that being the reintroduction of Grady Diangana to the side in place of Filipe Kravinovic, with Matheus Pereira getting the number ten berth. This allowed the Baggies to drag the big, cumbersome centre backs out wide to have to try and stop Albions wide men.
Rangers in the early stages were willing to test the Baggies backline, but found them resolute and uncompromising. There were some niggly fouls from either side and it disrupted the games flow, but if any side looked the more comfortable it was the Albion, with Pereira drifting in and out, being a nuisance. His vision and guile were evident with a stunning through ball for Phillips who forced a corner. Austin had a chance, but his effort was blocked and the Baggies were slowly taking a strangle hold on the match. Rangers frontman Hugill was certainly making himself known to Kyle Bartley, who only let him out of his pocket when the halftime whistle blew. Ferguson was up against one of the divisions brightest wing backs in Manning, but he was immaculate in his strength and positioning, making sure Johnstone was a mere spectator for virtually the entire half.
In truth the Baggies were rather profligate up front too, with Austin showing plenty of endeavour, but the final ball eluded him on several occasions. As stated at the start of the report, the Baggies boss had out thought Mr Warburton and allowed the visitors to have a firm hold on the game. The plan was very easy to see, yet Warburton failed to combat it.

Ht 0-0

As the second half started it was clear that not only did QPR fail to address their weakness, they compounded it by venturing the wing backs even further forwards, thus falling into the Baggies trap, by exposing their three tree trunk centre backs to the pace of Diangana and Phillips, with the sublime skill of Pereira. Sawyers and skipper Livermore began to get a vice like grip on the game and suddenly Albion were a very dangerous animal. The foul count from the home side was rattling along as the Baggies went through the gears. The other difference in the sides was the potency of the players on the bench.
Lumley in the Rangers goal had been the busier of the keepers and was maybe a touch slow in responding to Ferguson's speculative drive from distance. Such was the space in the Rangers midfield, the young fullback ran unchallenged a full 30 yards before cutting inside and rifling a low shot which sped past the startled keeper. It was a sublime moment, as the excellent Ferguson excitedly ran to the massed ranks of supporters behind the goal to celebrate. Chants of "He's one of our own" and "We're top of the league" rang down from the packed double tiered stand.
The Baggies were looking ominous now, with some superb moves, mainly focused around the majestic skills of Pereira, forcing Lumley into two superb saves. Austin, who is beginning to look like a player desperate for a goal, saw a superb drive pushed aside, as did Diangana, who'd mesmerised the defenders before unleashing a rasping drive which again Lumley pushed wide. Robson-Kanu replaced Austin and Edward's swapped with Phillips and the Baggies intensity increased even more. A brilliant Sawyers through ball had Robson-Kanu scampering in behind the tiring back three of Rangers. Youan Barbet pulled the striker down twenty yards from goal, feigned an injury to try and extract sympathy from the referee, but to choruses of "Cheerio" from the Baggies fans the defender was shown the red card. The stage was set for the Brazilian magician to seal the points, as Pereira stood intently over the ball. His run up suggested a curling shot into the top corner and the defensive wall obliged by jumping in anticipation of such. Pereira then arrowed a low shot under the wall and it nestled in the bottom corner watched by a flat footed Lumley. Pereira, like Ferguson celebrated infront of the adoring hordes, even drawing his hand, blade like across his throat to indicate that the game was over. He was substituted soon afterwards as his brilliance had upset a few of the Rangers players who may have sought retribution. Pereira with a huge smile on his face, stroked a Rangers player on the cheek, who took offence and shoved the impish South American in the back. Kravinovic, who was replacing the Brazilian found it all hilarious as Mr Bilic put an arm around the Baggies player.
Back on the pitch, the Baggies were now hunting a third goal, Edward's (twice) and Robson-Kanu were both thwarted by Lumley, but the Rangers threat (if ever there was one) had long since petered out.
The final whistle sounded and the Baggies were temporarily perched on the top of the division. The work in progress has reached fruition, the players looked like they'd played together for years, the sheer brilliance of Pereira has us rubbing our eyes in disbelief at times. The metronomic poise and prowess of Ajayi and Sawyers is building with every game. The exuberance and burgeoning reputation of Edward's and Ferguson is a benchmark for the other youngsters in the camp. In fact its difficult to not mention every player after a performance of such superiority against a challenger. The impending return of Hegazi, Gibbs and Barry shouldn't be ignored either. Mr Bilic the overseer, the tactical supremo, is forging a very cohesive and dangerous unit...... It's early days obviously, but let's enjoy our progress and with that in mind I leave you with this......

The orchestra waits
The stage is set,
For a symphony of sport
Full of melody and passion.
The piece, already composed
The conductor appears,
No bow tie and tails
Suit and trainers the fashion.
The occasional nod
Pointed gesture or two,
Then the soloists conjure
Up the magic of their art.
The orchestra in the finest,
Green and yellow livery
The epic has just begun
This is just the start.
The wingers soar
The defence being the percussion,
Midfield blowing the horns
A tempest of flight and sound.
Our conductor oversees all
As players revel in the delight,
This masterpiece is unfolding
Wherever the Baggies are found.

We have a genius in our midst.........

Jordào

A REAL MAN AMONGST MEN

A REAL MAN AMONGST MEN

Today we lost a brother
To some a childhood had died,
Stood amongst flowers, flags, scarves
And grown men with heads bowed cried.

A rare gem of beauty, raw power and pace
The glittering smile I'll remember
As much as his stunning goals
Now, with the "King" he takes his place.

We stood by his side in the Hawthorns
Of that we're loud and proud,
When bananas and monkey chants rained down
He always smiled at the baying crowd.

His head and feet were his weapons
His skill and belief won again and again,
A giant in the legendary blue and white stripes
A real man amongst men.

West Bromwich Albion have lost a son
Now anointed with a true hero's chrism,
With Laurie and Brendon, our legend Big Cyrille
Trampled all over the blight of racism.

Farewell to our Cyrille Regis
Goodbye "Smokin Joe" from us all,
The goals, the class and the dignity
The Lord's now given you the call.

Cyrille Regis 

West Bromwich Albion 1977- 1984
England international.

Rest in peace.

Phil Hall January 2018
Copyright:Philthepoet61.blogspot.com

Quotes

He had a voice that could make a wolverine purr and suits so fine they made Sinatra look like a hobo.” — Narrator

24. “I immediately regret this decision.” — Ron Burgundy

23. “I’ll have a Manhattan. And kick the vermouth to the side with a pair of steel-toed boots.” — Veronica Corningstone

22. “I love scotch. Scotchy scotch scotch. Here it goes down, down into my belly.” — Ron Burgundy

21. “Oh, I can barely lift my right arm ’cause I did so many. I don’t know if you heard me counting. I did over a thousand.” — Ron Burgundy

20. “Discovered by the Germans in 1904, they named it San Diego, which of course in German means ‘a whale’s vagina.'” — Ron Burgundy

19. “It’s terrible. She has beautiful eyes, and her hair smells like cinnamon!” — Ron Burgundy

18. “Baxter, is that you? Baxter! Bark twice if you’re in Milwaukee.” — Ron Burgundy

17. ” There were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident.” — Brick Tamland

16. “You are a smelly pirate hooker. Why don’t you go back to your home on Whore Island?” — Ron Burgundy

15. “I read somewhere their periods attract bears. Bears can smell the menstruation.” — Brick Tamland

13. “I’m very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany.” — Ron Burgundy

12. “You look like a blueberry.” — Veronica Corningstone

11. “The human torch was denied a bank loan.” — Ron Burgundy

10. “It is anchorman, not anchorlady. And that is a scientific fact.” — Champ Kind

9. “I would like to extend to you an invitation to the pants party.” — Brick Tamland

8. “[I’ll] take your mother, Dorothy Mantooth, out for a nice seafood dinner and never call her again.” — Champ Kind

7. “It’s so damn hot. Milk was a bad choice.” — Ron Burgundy

6. “What? You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate the whole wheel of cheese? How’d you do that? Heck, I’m not even mad; that’s amazing.” — Ron Burgundy

5. “Don’t act like you’re not impressed.” — Ron Burgundy

4. “They’ve done studies, you know. 60 percent of the time, it works every time.” — Brian Fantana

3. “I’m in a glass case of emotion!” — Ron Burgundy

2. “You know I don’t speak Spanish.” — Ron Burgundy

TENEBROUS RATTLETRAP

TENEBROUS RATTLETRAP

The world of Old Tenebrous Rattletrap
Is a tale of loneliness and woe,
A story of lowness, dismal dismay
And of menacing, meandering melancholy.
Sat in the place he sits
At the end of yet another dismal day,
With unsmiling, unseeing and uncaring eyes
At the world's rumbustious, repugnant folly.
Every night in this worn leather seat
At the inn of quintessentially quiet parlour,
Stirring the steaming, dented silver bowl
He sips at his gruel deep in thought.
Another year is nearly at a close
He has little time for people's podsnappery,
And other puerile pifflings notwithstanding
Where his hard labours amount to nought.
The icy rime reaches crusted window panes
And the river fog curls his arms on the quay,
He nudged, niggled and nurdled through
Streets of fancy and fevered Christmas rush.
And although good cheer is all around
Dusty clock still posts it's mournful chime,
And hollow movement of ghostly hand
Calls silently in the rooms gloomy hush.
The noise of carousing and merrymaking
From the jostling and jocular, singular snug  Did Rattletrap tut, as the frippery unhindered
Did permeate, with a grinding grisly appeal.
One more sip, with a cursory reproach
For the metallic click of door latch
There stood a large dark coated gentleman
Whose face, hidden in shadow, unrevealed.
No words were spoken, not a drink taken
And Rattletrap did stare so, as the man sat,
No utterance, urgency and an unhealthy air
Without breath or any hearty sounds of life.
The stranger removed his hat, and scarf
Revealing a face of a workhouse wretch
His eyes were hollow and deathly cold
His colour grey, full of misery and strife.
The room was bathed in an unworldly glow
Tenebrous Rattletrap dropped his spoon
His voice wrenched from scrawny throat
"What do you want of me" he cried.
The other just sat and raised a wizened arm
Pointing to the revelry beyond the door,
And in a deep and haunting voice did speak
"I never had a Christmas, upto the day that I died"

As Tenebrous stared in horror and dread
The phantom silently stood once again,
Then floated toward the snug room door
Legs thin, dangled beneath him he spoke.
The wooden portal creaked and groaned
And a warmth flooded the dusty room,
Voices and music, a roaring, crackling fire
Rattletrap felt his misery begin to choke.
He looked upon the revelry and hearty cheer
And his lined, thin mouth started a quiver,
Hornpipes and reels, quadrilles singular
Ladies all bustle and lace and daring eye.
The men jostling, posturing in bold acclaim
Some fleet of foot and flashing manner so,
Dowagers, well upholstered and dowdy
With envy, looks as cold as the snow silently drifting from the sky.
Rattletrap was ushered into the melee
Wassail thrust upon his softening lips,
Laughter as with glazing eye and demeanour
He tripped into a faltering and flimsy jig.
The chagrin increased in intensity
Fiddles scraped and he was swept away
With ladies all powder and scented sweet
He danced, drank and shared dates and fig.
The years fell from once vacant visage
Frozen, forlorn and faltering frown,
Suddenly like a slate wiped clean away
His heart surged with sugary sweetness.
Seeking stolen kisses under the mistletoe
Tenebrous was a wonderful, winter king,
Cobwebs swept from his once dungeon heart
As unique as could be in uniqueness.
The men, of comfortable disposition
With glowing nose to match sturdy boot,
Did toast this fine, felicitous, fitting fellow
With twinkling glasses.of negus and Pineapple rum.
The one named Pickwick raised his pot and did espouse
"For Christmas cheer and merriment
Good friends I bid this salute to all
And prosperity in the new year to come."
All did cheer and back slap heartily
And the musicians roistered a galop,
With twirls, twinkle toes and tiaras
Sparkling, invigorating candlelit gems.
Elsewhere the parlour held its silence
With the ghosts of a long time past,
The glow returned to the cold ashen hearth
Champagne flutes again lifted from stems.
For the cloaken man had again returned
With others who had died in poverty,
They watched in silence as the living sang
Cold eyes, now aflame with invigorating glory.
Tenebrous saw the silent throng gathered
And he raised a hand to the cloaken man,
He'd realised that Christmas is for all to cherish
And for peace and happiness to be the recurring story.

Phil Hall December 2018
Copyright:Philthepoet61.blogspot.com Picture: Cruikshank (No Claim)

Swindon friendly

SWINDON 1 WEST BROMWICH ALBION 3

14/07/2018 Pre season friendly

West Brom took part in a friendly match at the County ground Swindon, which was unusual in the fact that it had two 60 minute halves. Darren Moore was happy to give his 22 man squad a longer run out, albeit in extremely hot weather.

Once again Albions new keeper Sam Johnstone was missing and rookies Alex Palmer and Brad House took turns with the gloves. Of the regular first team squad Nacer Chadli and Ahmed Hegazi (both World Cup duty), Keiron Gibbs, Salomon Rondon, Allan Nyom and Sam Field (injured) were missing, with James MacClean and Craig Dawson unavailable for other reasons.

There was a welcome return to action for stalwart Jimmy Morrison, who though out of contract is still training with the squad. The three other players extra to the squad, Keiron Richardson, Martin Crainie and Nigel Reo Coker all featured.

The stand out performers in a well contested affair were Kyle Edwards and Jack Fitzwater, Edwards in particular showing great pace and skill on the ball.
Jake Livermore made a welcome return and Jay Rodriguez showed energy and desire, although linked with a move away from the Hawthorns.
For Swindon Elijah Adebayo gave our rookie centre backs a good work out, indeed he scored the equaliser after JRod had opened the scoring after great work by Edwards and Kane Wilson set him up. Edwards grabbed his goal with a burst of pace, latching on to a defence splitting pass from the elegant Rekeem Harper. Young centre back Kyle Jameson grabbed the third with a towering header from a corner to wrap up the win.

The Baggies eased through the rest of the game, though Swindon rattled the crossbar with a fine strike from distance late on.
Big Dave (Darren Moore) was very pleased with the application and togetherness of the whole squad, especially after a week of intense training in Scotland.