Nantwich - Sport

Sport

The town's football club, Nantwich Town F.C., won the 2006 FA Vase. The club plays at the Weaver Stadium.

The town's rugby football Club, Acton Nomads RFC, was founded in 2009 and won the 2010 RFU Presidents XV "This is Rugby" Award. The club operates two senior sides, and is recognised by both the RFU and Cheshire RFU.

In rugby league, Crewe & Nantwich Steamers play at the Barony Park, Nantwich - which is also the home ground for Acton Nomads RFC. Both the Steamers and the Nomads share a clubhouse at the Red Lion Hotel on Barony Road, Nantwich.

The area's other local rugby club is Crewe and Nantwich RUFC, founded in 1922 in Crewe. The club is now based at Vagrants Sports Club on Newcastle Road, Willaston and runs four senior teams; the first XV play in the Northern Division: South Lancs/Cheshire Division Three. The club, which holds Club Mark and RFU Seal of Approval accreditations, has an active mini and junior section with over 250 young people aged 5–18 taking part every Sunday.

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