Lear: Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal? (Striking him.)
Oswald: I’ll not be struck, my lord.
Kent: Nor tripped neither, you base football-player. (Tripping up his heels.)

Shakespeare: King Lear (I; 4)

Up, and by coach to Sir Ph. Warwicke’s, the streete being full of footballs, it being a great frost […]

Samuel Pepys, Diary, 3.1.1665