I used to play football in the street every night. Obviously not the M1 or anything, just the cul-de-sac where we lived. When the shout, CAR! went out, we would all move to the side. Most of the drivers knew us and took it steady when we were playing. The only exception was a middle-aged couple, who were both school teachers. They were our biggest danger as they would speed up to run over the ball if they could and we in turn would run in front of the car so as not to get another ball burst.