We represent the newly formed Independent North Shields Supporters Association. We have formed this fans’ group in response to the club statement issued on 15th December, where it was declared that the club is in an “impossible financial situation” and “financially crippled”. It was at the meeting following this news that the club leadership appealed to the fans to provide any help they could.
A deep and urgent crisis of this nature necessitates genuine and sustained action on behalf of the fans in order to help secure the future of the club. We are set up with the purpose of preventing a collapse like this ever happening again.
We are affiliated to the Football Supporters’ Association and our website, with our aims and mission statement as well as a membership signup form, is found at https://independentnssa.org/
We hope that we can work in cooperation with the club to raise funds to sustain the future of the club and build NSFC into a successful club competitively, commercially and socially.
Yours sincerely,
William Jarrett, Chair, Independent North Shields Supporters Association
Penbal 1 – Lee Stoneman
No air-built castles, and no fairy bowers,
But thou, fair Tynemouth, and thy well-known towers,
Now bid th’ historic muse explore the maze
Of long past years, and tales of other days.
Pride of Northumbria!—from thy crowded port,
Where Europe’s brave commercial sons resort,
Her boasted mines send forth their sable stores,
To buy the varied wealth of distant shores.
Here the tall lighthouse, bold in spiral height,
Glads with its welcome beam the seaman’s sight.
Here, too, the firm redoubt, the rampart’s length,
The death-fraught cannon, and the bastion’s strength,
Hang frowning o’er the briny deep below,
To guard the coast against th’ invading foe.
Here health salubrious spreads her balmy wings,
And woos the sufferer to her saline springs;
And, here the antiquarian strays around
The ruin’d abbey, and its sacred ground.
Jane Harvey
From ‘The Castle of Tynemouth. A Tale’ (1806)
No air-built castles, and no fairy bowers,
But thou, fair Tynemouth, and thy well-known towers,
Now bid th’ historic muse explore the maze
Of long past years, and tales of other days.
Pride of Northumbria!—from thy crowded port,
Where Europe’s brave commercial sons resort,
Her boasted mines send forth their sable stores,
To buy the varied wealth of distant shores.
Here the tall lighthouse, bold in spiral height,
Glads with its welcome beam the seaman’s sight.
Here, too, the firm redoubt, the rampart’s length,
The death-fraught cannon, and the bastion’s strength,
Hang frowning o’er the briny deep below,
To guard the coast against th’ invading foe.
Here health salubrious spreads her balmy wings,
And woos the sufferer to her saline springs;
And, here the antiquarian strays around
The ruin’d abbey, and its sacred ground.
Jane Harvey
From ‘The Castle of Tynemouth. A Tale’ (1806)