Romford F.C. - Honours

Honours

FA Cup

  • Quarter-finalists 1880–81

Essex Senior Cup

  • Winners 1911–12, 1931–32, 1933–34, 1937–38, 1946–47
  • Finalists 1889–90, 1892–93, 1897–98, 1912–13, 1945–46, 1951–52, 1958–59, 1976–77

Southern League Premier Division

  • Champions 1966–67

Southern League Division One

  • Runners up 1959–60

Southern League Cup

  • Finalists 1969–70

FA Amateur Cup

  • Finalists 1948–49
  • Semi-finalists 1935–36, 1937–38

Athenian League

  • Champions 1935–36, 1936–37
  • Runners up 1933–34,1938–39

Essex Professional Cup

  • Winners 1968–69
  • Finalists 1965–66

Eastern Floodlight League

  • Champions 1967–68

East Anglian Cup

  • Winners 1934–35, 1936–37, 1951–52, 1954–55, 1955–56, 1997–98

Isthmian League Division Two

  • Champions 1996–97

Essex Senior League

  • Champions 1995–96, 2008–09

Essex Senior League Cup

  • Winners 1995–96

Essex Thameside Trophy

  • Runners-up 2004–5

Gordon Brasted Memorial Trophy

  • Winners 2003-4

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