The police sought to only treat me as a suspect in this matter, whereas I have been insisting that I am the victim. They are insisting that what happened to me, took place after the things I have been charged with occurred, but the police lie. The people who are claiming that I assaulted them are all lying through their teeth. The second witness who has alleged assault is going to be prosecuted for falsifying evidence and perverting the course of just, because I was knocked out unconscious in the field from around 8 to 8.15pm, and she claims she did not leave her house until after 9pm. She must be prosecuted for making a false witness statement and I will be pushing for her to be sent to prison. It is absolutely clear what this lying witness has done, and her motives for making up a pack of lies. Its because her partner is one of the two hoodies who threw the brick at me at around 8pm, and who moments later attacked me in a frenzied manner with use of baseball bats in the field nearby. Not only do I now know that her partner was one of the likely lads who took pleasure in beating senseless a disabled, 59 year old man, who happens to have a brain tumour, and suffer with diabetes, have numbness in his feet, and who suffers with PTSD, depression and anxiety, but I also know who his accomplice was. Joe Watmough, and Wayne Clarke, are both evil bastards. They had been planning to attack me from an earlier occasion in the afternoon of the same day of the attack upon me, aided by their partners, and other neighbours, who relayed information back and forth via telephones right up until the moment I left my house at around 8 pm, intending to tell my next door neighbour to keep her fucking nose out of my private affairs. Little did I know that when I left my home on that occasion that they had set a trap to batter me senseless with baseball bats...