1919 in Norwegian Football - Class A of Local Association Leagues

Class A of Local Association Leagues

Class A of local association leagues (kretsserier) is the predecessor of a national league competition.

League Champion
Smaalenene Kvik (Fredrikshald)
Kristiania og omegn, Group 1 Lyn
Kristiania og omegn, Group 2 Frigg
Kristiania og omegn championship Frigg
Romerike Eidsvold IF
Oplandene Fremad
Østerdalen, Group North Elverum
Østerdalen, Group South Kongsvinger
Østerdalen championship Kongsvinger
Vestfold, Group 1 Drafn
Vestfold, Group 2 Ørn
Vestfold championship Drafn
Grenland, Group 1 Odd
Grenland, Group 2 Urædd
Grenland championship Odd
Telemark Rjukan
Sørlandske Start
Vesterlen Stavanger IF
Bergen og omegn Brann
Romsdalske Aalesund
Trondhjem Brage
Inn-Trøndelagen Neset
Nordland Glimt (Bodø)

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