Must be something about Sefton Park? Back in the 1940's I was walking through Sefton Park with my brother. There were about 5 or 6 lads playing cricket. As we walked past, another lad came up and asked if he could join in. The lad that owned the bat and ball said 'no'. A short time later when we were walking back, we saw the lad who had been refused, walking towards the cricketers. He had half a house brick in his hand. He walked up to the lad who had refused him a game and smacked him on the head with the house brick. He then just walked away. Blood everywhere.