Grandfathers soccer square

I walked in the neighborhood where I grew up. I sent both my sons  a photograph (extra) of the square behind my childhood home and asked them if they knew where I was. They were 6 and 9 years old when my father passed away in 2003 and the house was sold. My younghest sons last memory of his grandfather was playing soccer on this square and he immediatly recognized it. My blipfoto is the tunnel that runs from front to back under the houses. In Holland we call this a brandgang, googles translation says firebreak.... Every morning I cycled through it to go to school. One time I was looking down coming out and hit a car that was parked at the end. I remembered this when I saw thís car parked at the end of the tunnel