Boston United F.C. - Honours

Honours

  • Conference
    • Champions: 2001–02.
  • Southern League
    • Champions: 1999–2000
  • Northern Premier League
    • Champions: 1972–73, 1973–74, 1976–77, 1977–78.
  • Northern Premier League Challenge Cup
    • Winners: 1973–74, 1975–76, 2009–10.
  • Northern Premier League Challenge Shield
    • Winners: 1973–74, 1974–75, 1976–77, 1977–78.
  • Lincolnshire Senior Cup
    • Winners: 1934–35, 1936–37, 1937–38, 1945–46, 1949–50, 1954–55, 1955–56, 1956–57, 1959–60, 1976–77, 1978–79, 1985–86, 1987–88, 1988–89, 2005–06.
  • Non-League Champions of Champions Cup
    • Winners: 1972–73, 1976–77.
  • East Anglian Cup
    • Winners: 1960–61.
  • Central Alliance League
    • Champions: 1961–62.
  • United Counties League
    • Champions: 1965–66.
  • West Midlands League
    • Champions: 1966–67, 1967–68.
  • Eastern Professional Floodlit Cup
    • Winners: 1971–72.
  • FA Trophy
    • Runners-up: 1984–85.
  • Southern League
    • Runners-up: 1998–99.
  • Northern Premier League
    • Runners-up: 1995–96, 1997–98.
  • Northern Premier League
    • Runners-up: 1996–97.

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