Widnes Vikings - Honours

Honours

  • Championship: 3 Times
1977–78, 1987–88, 1988–89
  • Challenge Cup: 7 Times
1929–30, 1936–37, 1963–64, 1974–75, 1978–79, 1980–81, 1983–84
Beaten finalists: 1934, 1950, 1976, 1977, 1982, 1993
  • Premiership: 6 Times
1979–80, 1981–82, 1982–83, 1987–88, 1988–89, 1989–90
Beaten finalists: 1978, 1991
  • Lancashire Cup: 7 Times
1945–46, 1974–75, 1975–76, 1976–77, 1978–79, 1979–80, 1990–91
Beaten finalists: 1929, 1940, 1956, 1972, 1982, 1984
  • Lancashire League: 1 Time
1919–20
  • Western Division Championship:
Beaten finalists, 1962-1963
  • BBC2 Floodlit Trophy: 1 Time
1977–78
Beaten finalists: 1973, 1974
  • Regal Trophy: 3 Times
1975–76, 1978–79, 1991–92
Beaten finalists: 1975, 1978, 1980, 1984, 1989
  • World Club Challenge: 1 Time
1989–90
  • European Champions: 1 Time
1989
  • Charity Shield: 3 Times
1988–89, 1989–90, 1990–91
  • Northern Ford Premiership: 1 Time
2001
  • National League 1:
Beaten Finalists: 2006, 2007
  • Northern Rail Cup: 2 Times
2007, 2009
Beaten Finalists: 2010

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