It was 4pm on a busy Victoria line train heading north. Sally Wynter was standing by the door on her way to meet a friend. Her thoughts were on the evening ahead, her eyes trained on the emails on her phone. As the doors opened at Green Park and she stepped to the side to let people off, she felt a sharp pain in her right arm and was propelled with a thud into the clear partition at the end of the adjacent row of seats.
A man had, completely out of the blue, punched her, making her lose her balance and fall smack into the perspex. She looked around, dazed and unsure who had assaulted her or if another blow was about to land. A man stepped onto the platform. To the back of his head she shouted: “You’ve just hit me! Did anyone see?” The crowd waiting to board barely looked up.
