Where/How do UK councils house/rehouse problem families?

Many years ago, a 'problem family' was moved into the cul-de-sac I lived in. We're talking working class, council estate cul-de-sac, mostly blue collar workers and a few retirees that had lived there forever. Anyway, this family were absolutely feral and a massive pain in the arse. We would regularly find the middle kids (early to mid teens) in our back gardens trying back door and shed handles, peering in windows, trampling flower beds, etc. The last straw was when one of the older teens stole an old lady's handbag at the local shops and legged it home across the park behind the cul-de-sac. Unfortunately for him, he was spotted by a couple of off-duty/plainclothes cops (said cops were in civvies, so not entirely sure) who gave chase and caught the little scrote outside his house. One cop had said scrote pinned down on the bonnet of a car, with his arm twisted up behind his back; scrote was screaming about 'you're gonna break me arm'; mum came out of the house (big, toothless woman) screeching incoherently how they needed to let her son alone, 'ee ain't dun nuffin', usual nonsense. Cop with scrote told him to shut whining or he *would* get his arm broken, and then he'd know what it actually felt like; cop number two told the mum to shut her screeching and get back in the house before she got arrested too, at which point she cluched at her (more than) ample bosom and started wailing about 'me 'art, me 'art'; a police car with a uniformed crew rocked up and scrote was bundled into it and hauled off. The two guys in civvies went up to the house and it all went quiet... The other residents were less than impressed - our little street was quiet, only 40 houses, and everyone looked out for each other. We didn't want this sort of nonsense on our doorstep. So a delegation marched down to the local Rent Office, demanded to see the Rent Officer, and told him in no uncertain terms that if they didn't move this bunch of feral creatures out of our nice, civilised little street, we'd stop paying our rent until they were gone. They were out before the next rent payment became due... We later discovered that they were known troublemakers from another area of the city that had a pretty bad reputation, and that they had been moved into our street in the hope that they would 'learn how to behave' from us. Clearly that didn't work - no idea which poor neighbourhood they were inflicted on after us! They may even have been moved to a different council area completely, who knows?