It was in May 2009, after she’d just watched the Champions League football final with her family at home, that Kathy Barber’s life was turned upside down.
‘We’d just watched the game – my partner John, my daughter Hayley, then 22, my son Danny, 24, and one of his friends,’ she says.
After the final whistle, Danny had offered to walk his pal to the bus stop, about 200 yards away from the family home.
Meanwhile, Kathy had been sorting some laundry upstairs when she happened to glance out of her bedroom window.
And that’s when she saw a group of teenagers punching her son in the street.
‘I raced outside to Danny, who, by now, was on the ground covered in blood. Hayley got between the lads, stopping them…
