when we were twelve or thirteen about a dozen of us used to pal about, but everwhere we went nthe local copper would turn up and move us on, non of us had ever been in trouble, or even visited the police station, then one day when we were playing football in the street [everyone played football in the street] but a wayward shot broke a window, the copper appeared and my mate held his hands up he had broke the window, he had to appear in court, so we all agreed we would share whatever the cost... he got 18 months borstal, i kid you not, when he got back out i had moved on to other things, but he came out a criminal, he could steal cars he could open windows, and when i last heard of him he was in Barlinnie Prison in Glasgow. now you can say what you want and think what you want, but that could have been any one of those boys, and in Scotland every boy played football in the street...