The 1962 Football League Cup Final was won by Norwich City, who defeated Rochdale 4–0 on aggregate over two legs. The first leg, played on 26 April 1962 at Rochdale's ground, Spotland, was won by Norwich 3–0. They then won the second leg 1–0 a week later on 1 May 1962, at their own ground, Carrow Road. This was Norwich City's first major trophy. Rochdale remained for a long time the only club from the lowest division – Division 4, which was the equivalent of the current League 2 – in English league football to reach the League Cup Final, until the feat was repeated by Bradford City in 2013, after their aggregate 4-3 win over Aston Villa.
The captain of the winning Norwich City team was Ron Ashman.
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