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I don't remember seeing anybody as we crossed the river. I was too busy arguing with Jake. I think it was about pop music. And we must have been in front of Sarah and Andy.

I didn't see any lads coming towards me until somebody crashed into me, jarred my shoulder.

My bag fell off that shoulder, and I think I made some noise or other. I bent over to pick it up and Jake pulled at my other arm. So then I stumbled into one of the other lads and that's when it started really — the yelling....and the fighting....

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Last amended on 8th December 1996 / copyright H. M. Whitehead