We're asking for your tales of when wayward shots went wrong...

Craig, West Mids: In the park once I shanked a wayward volley high over the chain fence surrounding the pitch and watched it dip (rather beautifully) on to the back of the head of a six- year-old boy holding hands with his mum. He turned and shouted: "Don't ever hit me again!" to his confused little sister stood six feet behind him. Couldn't stand up for laughing. Couldn't have done it again if I tried.

Louis Rossi: I was playing headers and volleys in the park when an elderly terrier began haring around after the ball. A friend teed the ball up for me and for perhaps the first time ever I hit a volley sweet as a nut towards the bottom corner. Had the keeper beaten all ends up. The terrier had second thoughts, racing across the goal line and blocking the shot with its flank. If memory serves, the little dog was physically lifted off its feet.

Michael Richardson: I once smashed a shot against the post which deflected out and hit a spectator breaking his nose. I went over to see if he was OK and discovered the injured man was the referee who had sent me off the previous weekend.