Mossley A.F.C. - Honours

Honours

  • Ashton Challenge Cup Winners: 1921–22, 1922–23, 1929–30, 1934–35, 1948–49, 1951–52, 1953–54, 1955–56, 1961–62
  • Ashton & District League Champions: 1911–12, 1914–15
  • Ashton Junior Cup Winners: 1909–10
  • Cheshire League Cup Winners: 1920–21, 1960–61
  • FA Cup 2nd Round: 1949–50, 1980–81
  • FA Trophy Runners Up: 1979–80
  • Floodlit Cup Winners: 1974–75, 1988–89
  • Lady Aitken Cup Winners: 1913–14, 1914–15
  • Manchester Intermediate Cup Winners: 1960–61, 1966–67, 1967–68
  • Manchester Junior Cup Winners: 1914–15, 1933–34
  • Manchester Premier Cup Winners: 1988–89, 1990–91, 2011-12
  • Manchester Senior Cup Winners: 1971–72, 1976–77
  • Manchester Shield Winners: 1937–38, 1948–49
  • Northern Premier League Champions: 1978–79, 1979–80
  • Northern Premier League Runners Up: 1980–81, 1981–82, 1982–83
  • Northern Premier League Division One Champions: 2005–06
  • Northern Premier League Challenge Cup Winners: 1978–79, 1988–89
  • Northern Premier League Challenge Shield Winners: 1989–90
  • North West Counties League Division One Runners Up: 1998–99, 2003–04
  • North West Counties League Trophy Winners: 2002–03

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