Tytherington Rocks F.C. - Honours

Honours

Iron Acton and District League

  • 1944–1945 Champions
  • 1944–1945 League Cup Winners


Wotton and District League

  • 1945–1946 Runners-Up


Bristol and Suburban League

  • 1949–1950 Division 3 Champions
  • 1973–1974 Division 5 Runners-Up
  • 1983–1984 Division 3 Runners-Up
  • 1993–1994 Premier Division 2 Champions
  • 1996–1997 Premier Division 1 Champions
  • 1996–1997 Alf Bosley Memorial Cup Winners
  • 1997–1998 Premier Division 1 Champions
  • 1997–1998 Alf Bosley Memorial Cup Winners
  • 2004–2005 Norman Goulding Memorial Cup Finalists (Reserves)


Gloucestershire County League

  • 2003–2004 Runners-Up
  • 2003–2004 League Cup Finalists


Gloucestershire Football Association

  • 1956–1957 Minor Cup Finalists
  • 1981–1982 Intermediate Cup Finalists
  • 1986–1987 Primary Cup Finalists (Reserves)
  • 2000–2001 Challenge Trophy Finalists


Hellenic League

  • 2005–2006 League Cup Semi-Finalists
  • 2011–2012 Division 1 West Champions
  • 2012–2013 Supplementary Cup Semi-Finalists


Other

  • 1945–1946 Berkeley Hospital Cup Winners
  • 1952–1953 Berkeley Hospital Cup Winners (Reserves)

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