He went out of his way with you… and with all my friends. He did, didn’t he? What you on about, man? About how, years later, he saw the same boys. And what were they doing? What? Marching. Marching through Lewisham. It was bricks and bottles and Union Jacks. It was “lmmigrants Out,” kill us. People we knew. And it was you. He saw you marching and you saw his face watching you. Don’t deny it. We were there when you went past.