Arbroath F.C. - Honours

Honours

Level 2 (Scottish Division One, Scottish Second Division, Scottish B Division, Scottish Second Division) Runners-up 1934–35, 1958–59, 1967–68, 1971–72

Level 3 (Scottish Division Two, Scottish Third Division) Runners-up 2000–01

Level 4 (Scottish Division Three) Winners 2010–11 Runners-up 1997–98

Scottish Qualifying Cup Winners 1903 Runners-up 1899, 1912

Reserve League Cup 2003, Combined Reserve League 1964, Northern League 1891–92, Forfarshire County League (joint) 1908–09, Dewar Shield 1937–38

Arbroath were the first winners of the Forfarshire Cup in 1883 and have won the trophy approximately 17 times since then. Winners in 1883–84, 1887–88,1889–90,1892–93,1895–96,1896–97,1906–07,1913–14,1920–21,1923–24,1933–34,1935–36,1938–39,1939–40,1957–58,1993–94 1995–96 (wins post 1990 to be checked)

Scottish Cup Semi-Finalist: 1946–47; Scottish League Cup Semi-Finalists: 1959–60; Scottish Youth Cup Semi-Finalists: 2001–02

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