On our daily walk home from Erdington Boys, me and my mates used to meander around the streets before ending up playing in the field/waste ground behind Hanks' Motor Bike shop on the Slade Road. Hanks claimed the field as his own and he, his sons and their two Alsatian dogs used to shout and bark at us, from the side of the shop, to get the hell out. so we sheepishly made our way out, going onto "The Drive", away from the shop. However, we were undeterred and kept going back day-after-day to roll down the hill and swing from our make-shift rope swings we constructed, except when the dogs were in the field.
One day we were heading up towards the field past the shop-front on the Slade Road, when we saw one of my mates leaving the area with his hand shredded and dripping with blood. An horriffic sight. He had been attacked by the Alsations while waiting for us in Hanks' field. We never returned to the field after that horror show.