National Cup Records
FA Cup
| Season | Round | Knocked out by |
| 1920–21 | Preliminary round | Worksop Town |
| 1921–22 | Extra Preliminary round | New Tupton United |
| 1922–23 | 3rd Qualifying round | Rotherham Town |
| 1946–47 | Preliminary round | Ossett Town |
| 1947–48 | Preliminary round | Lysaghts Sports |
| 1948–49 | Preliminary round | Wombwell Athletic |
| 1949–50 | Extra Preliminary round | Bolsover Colliery |
| 1969–70 | Preliminary round | Yorkshire Amateur |
FA Amateur Cup
| Season | Round | Knocked out by |
| 1946–47 | 2nd qualifying round | Maltby Main |
| 1947–48 | 1st Qualifying round | Hallam |
FA Vase
| Season | Round | Knocked out by |
| 1975–76 | 2nd round | Sheffield |
| 1976–77 | 1st round | Brigg Town |
| 1977–78 | Preliminary round | Tadcaster Albion |
| 1978–79 | Preliminary round | Skegness Town |
| 1979–80 | 1st round | Gainsborough United |
| 1980–81 | 4th round | Thackley |
| 1981–82 | 1st round | Ossett Albion |
| 1982–83 | Preliminary round | Ford Motors |
| 1983–84 | 1st round | Heswall |
| 1985–86 | Preliminary round | Sheffield |
| 1986–87 | Extra Preliminary round | Radford Olympic |
| 1987–88 | Extra Preliminary round | Liversedge |
| 1988–89 | 1st round | Hatfield Main |
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