Canterbury-Bankstown Bulldogs - Colours

Colours

The Bulldogs have played in predominantly blue and white strip since the club entered the league in 1935. The only exception to this was during the Second World War, when rationing meant they had to wear a maroon jersey with a blue 'V'.

There have been three basic strip designs since the club's inception in the top flight league competition:

  • The irregular ("butcher stripes") stripes design which was used from 1935 until at least 1962.

This design had blue and white irregular stripes worn with black shorts. The irregular strip has been used recently in occasional 'heritage' matches (e.g. Heritage round in 2008 vs St George-Illawarra)

  • The 'V Strip' – used between 1966 and 1968, and revived in 1974.

White shirt with blue V, blue shorts. The current "away" strip has blue shorts, but features a blue shirt with white V.

  • From 1969 to 1973, the club adopted a jersey featuring blue and white hoops.

This reverted to the 'V Strip' from 1974 onwards.

  • Canterbury Bankstown Bulldogs - home jerseys
  • 1935–1942, 1947–1965

  • 1943–1946

  • 1969–1973

  • 1966–1968, 1974–1996

  • 1997–present

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