Three Minute Football

And no, I’m not referring to the length of time we had believing England would be World Cup winners for 2014!

Last Thursday at The Informals writing session at the Library, I discovered my trusty egg timer at the bottom of my Writer’s Toolbox (in fact I squealed with delight, which is not really sensible for a woman of my years!)  So, for our third writing activity, we took the word ‘football’ as a creative stimulus and wrote for three minutes flat. As usual, I was astounded by (a) how much you can actually write in three minutes and (b) how each of us produced something entirely different to the others.

The group have kindly allowed me to share their writing with the world.  I should point out that though we’re a small group, several of our writers share the same fore-names, hence the unusual addition to some of them!

The first piece is by Sci-fi David:

Football – the beautiful game.
England won the World Cup,
Can we do it again?

Football – the ball gets kicked.
Are we gonna get back what we did in ’66?

Like David’s poem, the following piece by Artist Jenny looks back in time:

When I was young there was only one football in our cul-de-sac.  Michael across the road had an ancient leather ball with no inner inflatable.  His dad had lost both the bladder and the valve.  In desperation, Michael stuffed the ball with sheets of Radio Times and Picture Post.  Both girls and boys played but boy, was it heavy!

This one is the work of Alison the Viking:

The tall man stood at the front of the room, commanding the attention of everyone in it.  He delivered his patter like a well-practiced performer; the jokes, the eye-contact with everyone, the repeated inclusion of the pale guy in the front row – all techniques of the best act in a comedy club and not at all what you’d expect of the vice chancellor of a university, telling the story of how his design department was responsible for the World Cup football.

The last comment is from Rachael the Younger:

I open up the TV guide.  A plethora
of football-related programmes taint
the pixels of the screen.
It seems that these TV producers
are a lot more creative
than I gave them credit for.
Viva, Dave, half the BBC
and ITV are rammed
with 50 of the best this
and 50 of the worst that
and everything in between.
Looks like it’ll be another
afternoon of netflix for me.

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One thought on “Three Minute Football”

  1. Excellent. Two witty Poems. I like how the prose misled me into thinking he was a football team manager. Tightly written. Viva the egg-timer.

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