The first skins are crossing the roundabout now and Tony watches the appalled faces of the blacks as they cotton on. They're young and mostly male, like the skins, but unprepared: there is pointing jostling visible alarm. A few slip away and the queue loses its shape as more quickly follow, round the cinema or inside, and like chemistry as this dispersal reaches a critical point the skins break step and start running full-tilt, shouting, 'Skinheads rule', or 'Niggers go home' or just shouting. The ground opens up before Tony and casting a this-is-it look back at Dave and Steve throws himself into it.