This is pretty much the reality of growing up in NZ/Aus. Every kid's backyard had its own rules....and every kid had one neighbour whose yard you didn't want to climb into to get your ball back.

Things got interesting when we started taping up tennis balls with black electrical tape to give 'em a bit of a seam, or make 'em swing like Wasim Akram.

When Shane Warne came onto the scene, I remember facing nothing but back-yard leggies for a whole summer....