Abbey Hey F.C. - Honours

Honours

  • Manchester Amateur League
    • Champions 1964–65
  • South East Lancs League
    • Champions 1966–67, 1968–69
    • Runners-up 1967–68
  • South East Lancs League Shield
    • Winners 1965–66
    • Runners-up 1967–68
  • Manchester United Memorial Cup
    • Winners 1965–66
  • Manchester County Amateur Cup
    • Winners 1964–65, 1967–68, 1968–69
  • Manchester County Amateur Cup
    • Runners-up 1963–64
  • Manchester Intermediate Cup
    • Runners-up 1975–76
  • Manchester Division One
    • Champions 1970–71
  • Manchester Premier Division
    • Champions 1981–82, 1988–89, 1991–92, 1993–94, 1994–95
    • Runners-up 1997–98 (Promoted)
  • Manchester Open Trophy
    • Winners 1992–93, 1995–96, 1996–97
  • Manchester Gilcryst Cup
    • Winners 1976–77, 1988–89
  • North West Counties League Division Two
    • Runners-up 1988–99, 1998–99 (Promoted)
  • Manchester League
    • Champions 1988–89, 1990–91, 1993–94, 1994–95, 1996–97, 1996–97
    • Runner-up 1997–98
  • North West Counties League Challenge Cup
    • Winners 2009–10

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