Lucan Sarsfields GAA - Honours

Honours

2001
Minor 'B' Hurling Championship
Junior Ladies Football All-Ireland Champions

2003
U-15 'B' Hurling Championship

2005
Minor 'A' Hurling Championship
Minor 'B' Football championship

2006
Minor Hurling Div 1 champions
U-21 'A' Football Championship
Div 3 Football Feile Champions

2007
U-11 Div 1 Camogie Champions
U-11 'A' Camogie Championship
U-14 Div 2 Camogie Champions
Minor 'B' Hurling Championship

2008
Div 1 Dublin Camogie Feilé Champions
Div 1 All Ireland Camogie Feilé Champions

2009
Minor 'B' Football Championship

2010
U-14 Div 1 Camogie Champions
U-14 Div 3 Camogie Champions
U-14 'A' Camogie Championship
Div 1 Dublin Camogie Feilé Champions
Div 1 All Ireland Camogie Feilé Champions
Minor 'A' Camogie Championship
AFL 9 Junior Football League Winners
U-21 'A' Football Championship

2011
Div 2 Football Feilé Champions
U-13,14,15,16 Div 1 Camogie League and Championship double Champions
Minor 'A' Camogie Championship

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