Burnley F.C. - Honours

Honours

League

Premier League/Division One

  • Football League Division 1 Winners: 1920–21, 1959–60
  • Football League Division 1 Runners-Up: 1919–20, 1961–62

Championship/Division Two

  • Football League Division 2 Winners: 1897–98, 1972–73
  • Football League Division 2 Runners-Up: 1912–13, 1946–47
  • Football League Championship Play Off Winners (Promoted): 2008–09

League One/Division Three

  • Football League Division 3 Winners: 1981–82
  • Football League Division 2 Runners-Up: 1999–00
  • Football League Division 2 Play Off Winners (Promoted): 1993–94

League Two/Division Four

  • Football League Division 4 Winners: 1991–92

Burnley are one of a few teams to win the championship of all top four professional divisions since the current structure emerged in 1958 (the others are Wolverhampton Wanderers and Preston North End).

Cup

European Cup

  • Quarter-Finalists: 1961

FA Cup

  • Winners: 1914
  • Runners-Up: 1947, 1962
  • Third: 1973–74

League Cup

  • Semi-Finalists: 2009

FA Community Shield

  • Winners: 1973
  • Shared: 1960

Anglo-Scottish Cup

  • Winners: 1978–79

Ferencvaros Vase

  • Finalists: 1914

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