Ormskirk Heelers - Seasons

Seasons

In 2005 whilst playing in the RLC North West Division the Heelers finished 8th on 6 points, winning three of their nine matches.

But in 2006 there was a change in head coach, Dave Archer coming in too try and steer the club to the top of a new challenge in the RLC Cheshire Division . And he had seemed to have done the job with the team losing just two of their ten matches. Despite finishing 2nd though, in the play offs they didn't do as well ending up 4th after losing both games.

After the merging of the two divisions they had previous participated in, the club were once again playing in the RLC North West division in 2007. The season was a disaster with the Heelers unable to field a side for six of their games, thus finishing bottom place, 12th, losing all their 12 games. In the whole season they had scored just 72 points whilst conceding 354 points. It is still unsure whether Ormskirk Heelers will be playing in 2008.

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