1910 in Swedish Football - National Team Players in Season 1910

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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