INSSA Committee Statement to Members and Supporters following the Meeting with North Shields FC’s Committee
On Monday 4th March INSSA’s interim committee met with that of NSFC in the Robin’s Nest, accompanied by Garreth Cummins of The FSA.
The tone of the meeting was cordial, introductions were made, and proposals were submitted by INSSA.
NSFC’s committee declined INSSA’s request to examine the finances of the club. A particular reason for this was due to competitors from rival football teams being made aware of this information.
It was also confirmed the club has no business or continuity plan, as overheads cannot be estimated pending changes in weather and other variables. Several contradictory remarks were made when the gravity of the financial crisis was queried by INSSA.
It is incumbent upon NSFC’s committee however and not INSSA’s to fully inform supporters and the community of the club’s financial status. INSSA lacks the authority, mechanism and resources to probe NSFC’s finances.
What INSSA does not lack is a positive vision and motivation, powered by you our members, to raise as many funds as possible, ensuring every single penny spent is accounted for, allocated democratically and recorded transparently.
We continue our journey with you, our members, to make the best possible effort to guarantee NSFC’s survival on your terms.
We have requested a further meeting with NSFC, to continue engaging, and build on Monday’s discussions. We will notify our members when this meeting date is arranged.
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)
Photograph: Lee Stoneman
Photograph: 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)
