King D had the new game formulated in his mind. He needed to explain the rules and the outline to some intelligent people in the hope it would take off.

“Gill, who are the brainiest people in the kingdom?” Asked King D.

“Lord Precious, Lord Hoadley, Lord Moore and Lady Humphris-Blackley”.

“Humphris-Blackley? Are you sure”. Replied King D.

“Yes, she knows every pub in the East End and can tie her own shoe laces”.

“Blimey, she’s definitely on the firm then.” Said King D.

Some days later, the brains of Bethnal Green were sat at a large round table.

“Did you get this table from King Arthur?” Enquired Lady Humphris-Blackley.

“No, some bloke called Ikea, fell off the back of a cart”. Replied King D.

“What happened to the Knights of the round table?” Asked Lord Moore.

“They disbanded, someone nicked their table”. Replied King D.

“What’s this new game of your’s then D?” Asked Lord Precious.

“Right, you have two opposing teams, they go onto a field, in the middle is a sheep’s bladder, each team has to get the bladder into the opposing teams box which is situated at each end of the field. Every time the bladder is kicked into the box, the team that kicked it, get a point. Teams are not allowed to use hands or weapons, although a bit of argy bargy is allowed.” Explained King D.

“What is this game called?”. Asked Lord Precious.

“I don’t know, what do you think we should call it?” Answered King D.

“Bladder batter” Offered Lady Humphris-Blackley.

“Kick in the box” Said Lord Hoadley.

“Field game” Said Lord Moore.

“Team” Suggested Lord Precious.

“Football!” Shouted Queen Gill as she swept past the room.

“Gill, don’t interfere love!” Shouted King D.

Next week. King D Plays his first game.