National Team Players in Season 1910
| name | pos. | caps | goals | club |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Erik Alstam | GK | 1 | 0 | Göteborgs FF |
| Thor Ericsson | MF | 1 | 0 | Örgryte IS Göteborg |
| Ivar Friberg | FW | 1 | 0 | Djurgårdens IF Stockholm |
| Karl "Köping" Gustafsson | FW | 1 | 2 | Köpings IS |
| Sven Landberg | FW | 1 | 0 | IFK Stockholm |
| Erik Lavass | DF | 1 | 0 | Djurgårdens IF Stockholm |
| Jacob Levin | DF | 1 | 0 | Örgryte IS Göteborg |
| Samuel "Sam" Lindqvist | FW | 1 | 0 | Djurgårdens IF Stockholm |
| Herman Myhrberg | FW | 1 | 2 | Örgryte IS Göteborg |
| Bertil "Nocke" Nordenskjöld | MF | 1 | 0 | Djurgårdens IF Stockholm |
| Sixten Öberg | MF | 1 | 0 | Mariebergs IK Stockholm |
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