The origins of football?
With a weekend wash out of much of my local football I decided to venture to Ashbourne to see what is often quoted in football history books as one of the origins of the game. Shrovetide football has been traced back to the 12th century and in Ashbourne, Derbyshire, there is a version that has been played continuously since at least 1667 or earlier.
Earlier games in other locations were banned for raucous and violent actions that caused havoc to people, property and commerce. Queen Elizabeth 1st banned the game in London in her reign, and the master of ceremonies at the 2026 event reminded everyone to play within the rules or the game could be lost forever.
It was a beautiful clear day as I drove across scenic Derbyshire to park at an old airfield, free park and ride, for the day, about two miles out of town. Although the sun was out for the first time in ages it would need a week of dry weather to dry the thick mud I had to wade through to the bus. The bus dropped us off at the bus station and walking round the corner I could easily see what this game meant to the locals.


There were throngs of people outside the packed pubs and the shops were boarded up in case of damage when the game gets going. Luckily some food and drink establishments were open until one o’clock when a final board would be positioned over their doors. I searched for Derbyshire oatcakes, I thought a substitute for a pancake , on pancake day but had to settle for a lamb and mint pasty, a piece of ginger flapjack and a coffee. Having eaten I found a Sainsbury’s open and continued my search for the oatcakes, what disappointment in Derbyshire they only had Staffordshire oatcakes. Just as I pondered ab purchase I was ushered out of store as it was 1 o’clock.
People now were drifting towards Shawcroft car park where a permanent plinth stands for the officials to send the ball into the competitors on Shrove Tuesday and Ash Wednesday. The game is played between 2 pm and 10 pm although if the ball is grounded any time after 6 the game ends earlier. The teams are made up of people born in opposite ends of town, the UP’Ards and the Down’Ards. The ball has been traditionally made of three panel of leather of varying thicknesses, stuffed to a weight decided by the maker. 2026 saw the Tuesday ball made by Terry Brown, the recent maker, but the Wednesday ball was to be made by newcomer Carl Spencer to bring fresh blood into the process for future continuity.
I was lucky enough to hold one of the ball that were used in a game when i attended a talk about a book called ‘The Derby Game – A history of local rivalries’.


The car park slowly filled from 1 pm onwards until a large group of players of all ages and sexes marched in at 1.45pm, followed by the ball protected by the marshalls. The expectation of the start increased the chatter and noise. The participants in the game can not be distinguished as both sides wear all colours of clothes. The officials now stepped up onto the rostrum and everyone was reminded of the rules, particularly what not to do and where not to go. One unsavoury touch was that the master of ceremonies decided to say ‘If your not from round here you’re not welcome’. I found this inhospitable attitude later when I asked a marshal if I had found the right place to get the bus back to the airfield and he chose not to answer and turned round and walked away. Luckily I was in the right place.


The ball was “Turned Up” into the crowd two minutes early, after a rendition of ‘Auld Lang Syne’, and it disappeared into a mass of bodies that swirled for some time around the starting plinth. It then headed off to near a wall to Henmore Brook where a heaving mass semed motionless as people sat or stood on the wall encouraged it to be thrown to them to most probably be moved along the brook as often has been the case in the past. One man fell backwards off the wall but he did reappear some minutes later. Then suddenly the ball was in the air and the play swept across the car park in the opposite direction and disappeared through some wire temporary fencing into a housing area. Players from both sides were now frantically trying to keep up with the movement as the ball disappeared. I took that as my time to leave but I later read that late into the evening the Up’Ards goaled the ball at Stursto Mill around 9.30 pm. All to play for on Wednesday.


Despite the disruption to Ashbourne for two days, there seems to be a warmth towards the event and a strong desire to keep the tradition alive that has bred great rivalry but also a sense of togetherness and community. This is Social History that binds communities that has been lost in too many places in the UK and the world in general. May it continue to flourish.
I’m glad that I finally made it to see this sceptical but find it difficult to link it to the birth of football. There is no kicking and is more akin to rugby than anything else.






























































































