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soon attracted police attention but, having spent years being followed by the police while working for Doyle, the Bradish brothers were more than ready.
    ‘It became a bit of a game, finding the police and winding them up. We knew what some of the bikes and cars they used for surveillance looked like – we spotted them so many times in so many places – so it was never that difficult. If there was a team plotted up watching us, we’d call 999, describe the car and tell them the men inside were acting suspiciously. The police would always turn up and by the time they realised they’d fucked up the surveillance operation, we’d be long gone.
    ‘We all had nice cars – BMW 7 series, Porsches, Mercs – and we’d for ever be finding tracking devices on them. We’d pull them off and stick them to buses or trains, just to send the police on a wild-goose chase. They were never going to catch us in the act because we always used stolen cars for the raids and I’d leave it until the last minute to nick them.
    ‘Every time we did a job, we used anti-surveillance techniques. All the usual stuff – twice round a roundabout, indicate one way and turn the other, pull over and let traffic go past. Before we hit the target, from the moment we left the house and ever afterwards, we’d be constantly watching everything around us just to be sure they weren’t on to us.
    ‘We never got over-confident, though. We knew we had to keep up or, rather, stay one step ahead of what the police were doing if we wanted to be able to carry on living the life. In the end, just to be even safer, we started doing the robberies on motorbikes. We would be flying around so quick and dodging in and out of traffic that they could never follow us.
    ‘We started working more randomly. Sean would often just turn up at my house in the morning and ask if I fancied going out on a job. Then we’d just drive about looking for somewhere to rob. One time the two of us were riding about on his motorbike and happened to pass a Securicor van making a delivery. We rushed back, picked up a shotgun and got back just in time to see it leave. Then we followed it until the next delivery and took one of the bags off the guard at gunpoint.
    ‘I loved it. Before each raid the adrenaline would get going and sometimes it would be so overwhelming that as soon as it was over I would throw up.’
    But there were problems. Although they became good friends, Roberts began to worry about Sean Bradish’s increasing violence: ‘Before we went into a bank, Sean would wait to make sure there were a few customers around. That way he had someone to threaten if the staff were a bit slack about letting him in to get at the cash. There were a few times when he came close to pulling the trigger and I started to feel it was only a matter of time before he killed someone.’
    Sean’s violent nature was soon spiralling out of control. ‘One particular night we were in a pub and a man rumoured to be a rapist came in. A few of us took him outside, gave him a few punches and kicks, and left it at that. But Sean wasn’t satisfied. He took a half-pint glass, smashed it, then rammed it into the man’s face about thirty times. I had never seen so much blood. We tried to stop him but he turned on us. He’d become an absolute animal.
    ‘A few nights after that he tried to shoot two police officers with a gun that I had bought and given to him. He’d just done a job with this bloke, Andy, and a couple of uniformed coppers happened to be passing by. They gave chase and Sean got out this 9mm automatic, held it up a few inches from the head of one of the coppers and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. It jammed.
    ‘If Sean had just gone to the getaway car right away then he and Andy would have been fine, but because of Sean pissing about, Andy ended up getting caught while Sean got away free. I went to visit Andy in the nick and he was so pissed off. He said if only Sean had done what he