Clapton F.C. - Honours

Honours

Isthmian League

  • Champions (2): 1910–11, 1922–23
  • Runners up (4): 1905–06, 1907–08, 1909–10, 1924–25
  • Second Division champions (1): 1982–83

FA Amateur Cup

  • Winners (5): 1907, 1909, 1915, 1924, 1925
  • Runners Up (1): 1905

London Senior Cup

  • Winners (3): 1889, 1909, 1911
  • Runners Up (6): 1901, 1903, 1910, 1915, 1925, 1989

Essex Senior Cup

  • Winners (5): 1891, 1925, 1926, 1955, 1984
  • Runners Up (4): 1915, 1932, 1945, 1983

Middlesex Senior Cup

  • Winners (1): 1889

Essex Senior Trophy

  • Winners (1): 1989
  • Runners Up (2): 1978, 1979

Essex Thames Side Trophy

  • Winners (2): 1983, 1984
  • Runners Up (1) 1978

A.F.A Invitational Cup

  • Winners (2): 1966, 1971

London Charity Cup

  • Winners (5): 1899, 1900, 1902, 1903, 1924

West Ham Charity Cup

  • Winners (6): 1890, 1903, 1904, 1907, 1908, 1925
  • Runners up (1): 1902

London Junior Cup

  • Winners (3): 1888, 1893, 1908

London County Amateur Cup

  • Winners (1): 1909

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