Spartan South Midlands Football League

The Spartan South Midlands Football League is an English football league covering Hertfordshire, northwestern Greater London, central Buckinghamshire and southern Bedfordshire. It is a feeder to the Southern Football League or the Isthmian League, and consists of five divisions – three for first teams (Premier Division, Division One and Division Two), and two for reserve teams (Reserve Division One and Reserve Division Two).

The league was formed in 1997 by the merger of the London Spartan League and the South Midlands League. It is also known as the Molten Spartan South Midlands Football League after its sponsors.

The Premier Division is at step 5 (or level 9) of the National League System, divisions One and Two at step 6/level 10 and step 7/level 11 of the National League System respectively. The reserve divisions are not part of the National League system.

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    —Alfred Tennyson (1809–1892)