National Football League (Ireland) - Performances By County

Performances By County

County Wins Runners-up Years won
Kerry 19 4 1928, 1929, 1931, 1932, 1959, 1961, 1963, 1969, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1974, 1977, 1982, 1984, 1997, 2004, 2006, 2009
Mayo 11 7 1934, 1935, 1936, 1937, 1938, 1939, 1941, 1949, 1954, 1970, 2001
Dublin 9 12 1953, 1955, 1958, 1964, 1976, 1978, 1987, 1991, 1993
Cork 8 5 1952, 1956, 1980, 1989, 1999, 2010, 2011, 2012
Meath 7 9 1933, 1946, 1951, 1975, 1988, 1990, 1994
Derry 6 5 1947, 1992, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2008
Galway 4 5 1957, 1965, 1967, 1981
Down 4 4 1960, 1962, 1968, 1983
Cavan 2 5 1948, 1950
Laois 2 1 1926, 1986
Tyrone 2 1 2002, 2003
Armagh 1 3 2005
Donegal 1 3 2007
Roscommon 1 2 1979
Offaly 1 2 1998
Monaghan 1 1 1985
Longford 1 0 1966

The top provinces by number of wins are as follows:

Province Wins Top county Recent wins*
1 Munster 27 Kerry (19) Cork (2012, 2011, 2010, 1999)
Kerry (2009, 2006, 2004, 1997)
2 Leinster 20 Dublin (9) Offaly (1998)
3 Ulster 17 Derry (6) Derry (2008, 2000, 1996, 1995)
Donegal (2007)
Armagh (2005)
Tyrone (2003, 2002)
4 Connacht 16 Mayo (11) Mayo (2001)

*"Recent wins" includes all teams to have won since 1998, the last time a Leinster team (Offaly) won the League.

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