Yup. We also had an, affectionately known, “electric box” (mini substation) right outside our back gate, and on the playing green. Often the ball would go over into it, and often one of us would need to climb over to get it.
Then there was Brian, we all knew a Brian – you know, the grumpy old git who had no childhood… the one who tarred and barb-wired the top of his fence – yeah, that guy. The ball would go in his garden and you’d all push the one lad to the front door then leg it. Nine times out of ten he’d let us have the ball back – but not without saying “go play round your own area” (it was our own area… I lived two doors away!) and “next time I’ll stab it”.
Was there anything more satisfying than a perfect kirby
This was me. Had to knock on the door which was answered by a big fella in a string vest. He informed me that I get it back only once. The second time…well.
Nowadays- and I know from experience – the kid would happily kick the ball at your car. If you told the kid off, his parents would be out threatening you. If you showed them the damage they would smugly ask you to produce evidence of him actually kicking the ball at the car.
Sometimes gotta hit the mechanic pose or commando drill but it’s best when only stick is helpful
I had a neighbour who had the most sensitive car alarm on the planet. If the ball just tapped his bumper slightly, it would go off. Was annoying as hell. 🤣
Where we played it was dodging the cowmuck.
I remember
No? Did y’all actually have movie-like ideal childhoods where you had no issues?
When we played cricket in the back, if the ball went into one of the neighbours gardens and we couldn’t get it back…..
That was known as “6 over and out!”…and you had to walk.
We also had a dog, ‘Spike’ who used to play with us and if he caught the ball after it was hit you were out too! 🐶😅.
Happy days…! ☺️
Nah, responsibilities as a kid was worse than any 12 hour shift, or any “adult” responsibility has ever been. This wasn’t a problem. It got a little hairy jumping into their gardens but under a car, no.
Being an adult is just so freeing.
And when people assault you, steal from you, or destroy your shit. They actually face consequences. Its great.
I was in the same position looking for bugs. This ball doesn’t have any legs at all.
Bruh, I remember going to fetch the ball once, and a neighbour was telling me how they had to do that before going anywhere because of the IRA.
I’ve been putting the ‘ra in “paranoid” ever since.
A proper British meme without the need of politics 👍🏻
I remember a time where my friends and I noticed that a car clamp had been put on one of their mums car. We, being stupid decided to try and take it off. I found the key to the clamp because the person who had put it on had dropped it down the road. I gave it to them and 2 of them started mucking around underneath the car, unlocking the clamp and untangling the chains. We eventually got it off, and at that point, the mum had come down because she’d gotten a text that her car was clamped. We just handed the clamp to her and said we took it off.
At the time I thought what we did was cool. But looking back at it, I assume that she had some problems with money or something. I don’t know if there are penalties to taking off a car clamp or if she got in any trouble for it.
Street fighter was not the best example to use on how to deal with this situation
It ain’t just footballs! If I drop anything outside of or even near to my car, it will roll underneath 100% of the time
We had Heidi, The bitch in the green Capri (to the tune of love in the first degree). She never slowed down going up our close. My brand new ball went under her car one day. We were all terrified. My dad went and asked her for it, she said she had stuck a knife through it and threw it away. He told the neighbours in our close. Heidi moved.
I remember playing with sticks.
That car could have mixed radials and crossply!
I never understood why this was supposed to be a problem. Car wheels aren’t that big, it was always pretty easy to make some kind of contact with the ball and either knock it out again or at least into a position where it was easier to get at.
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Yup. We also had an, affectionately known, “electric box” (mini substation) right outside our back gate, and on the playing green. Often the ball would go over into it, and often one of us would need to climb over to get it.
Then there was Brian, we all knew a Brian – you know, the grumpy old git who had no childhood… the one who tarred and barb-wired the top of his fence – yeah, that guy. The ball would go in his garden and you’d all push the one lad to the front door then leg it. Nine times out of ten he’d let us have the ball back – but not without saying “go play round your own area” (it was our own area… I lived two doors away!) and “next time I’ll stab it”.
Was there anything more satisfying than a perfect kirby
This was me. Had to knock on the door which was answered by a big fella in a string vest. He informed me that I get it back only once. The second time…well.
Nowadays- and I know from experience – the kid would happily kick the ball at your car. If you told the kid off, his parents would be out threatening you. If you showed them the damage they would smugly ask you to produce evidence of him actually kicking the ball at the car.
Sometimes gotta hit the mechanic pose or commando drill but it’s best when only stick is helpful
I had a neighbour who had the most sensitive car alarm on the planet. If the ball just tapped his bumper slightly, it would go off. Was annoying as hell. 🤣
Where we played it was dodging the cowmuck.
I remember
No? Did y’all actually have movie-like ideal childhoods where you had no issues?
When we played cricket in the back, if the ball went into one of the neighbours gardens and we couldn’t get it back…..
That was known as “6 over and out!”…and you had to walk.
We also had a dog, ‘Spike’ who used to play with us and if he caught the ball after it was hit you were out too! 🐶😅.
Happy days…! ☺️
Nah, responsibilities as a kid was worse than any 12 hour shift, or any “adult” responsibility has ever been. This wasn’t a problem. It got a little hairy jumping into their gardens but under a car, no.
Being an adult is just so freeing.
And when people assault you, steal from you, or destroy your shit. They actually face consequences. Its great.
I was in the same position looking for bugs. This ball doesn’t have any legs at all.
Bruh, I remember going to fetch the ball once, and a neighbour was telling me how they had to do that before going anywhere because of the IRA.
I’ve been putting the ‘ra in “paranoid” ever since.
A proper British meme without the need of politics 👍🏻
I remember a time where my friends and I noticed that a car clamp had been put on one of their mums car. We, being stupid decided to try and take it off. I found the key to the clamp because the person who had put it on had dropped it down the road. I gave it to them and 2 of them started mucking around underneath the car, unlocking the clamp and untangling the chains. We eventually got it off, and at that point, the mum had come down because she’d gotten a text that her car was clamped. We just handed the clamp to her and said we took it off.
At the time I thought what we did was cool. But looking back at it, I assume that she had some problems with money or something. I don’t know if there are penalties to taking off a car clamp or if she got in any trouble for it.
Street fighter was not the best example to use on how to deal with this situation
It ain’t just footballs! If I drop anything outside of or even near to my car, it will roll underneath 100% of the time
We had Heidi, The bitch in the green Capri (to the tune of love in the first degree). She never slowed down going up our close. My brand new ball went under her car one day. We were all terrified. My dad went and asked her for it, she said she had stuck a knife through it and threw it away. He told the neighbours in our close. Heidi moved.
I remember playing with sticks.
That car could have mixed radials and crossply!
I never understood why this was supposed to be a problem. Car wheels aren’t that big, it was always pretty easy to make some kind of contact with the ball and either knock it out again or at least into a position where it was easier to get at.
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