Unbelievable, bruv. We’re all here: Coxie and Jonny and Stella, all the crew from the estate. There’s this buzz – like massive. We go down Market Street and then along into St Ann’s Square. More people coming all the time. Waves of them, like they’re turning up for a rave or something. Yeah, like a sea of us, you know. Everyone hoods up, bandannas on. My heart’s booming, a pulse so sweet and fierce and the blood zipping round like it’s on fire. Totally alive. Like we’d all woken up and decided to do this thing, not taking no shit no more. So we took to the streets. Yeah. Our streets. First I hear is a message from Coxie, saying meet in Piccadilly Gardens. I let Stella know, but she already does. We’re all going, everyone’s going to be there. Solid. We seen the news: Tottenham, Croydon, Birmingham, now it’s our turn. We take the baton. The Dibble do nothing for long enough. We turn a corner and they’re there and they don’t even have shields.
