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Honours in The Polish Ekstraklasa (to 2008 Polish 1st Division)

L.p. Season Position Matches Points Goals W.-D.-L.
1 1948 14 (relegation to 2nd division) 26 13 pts. 31–99 5–3–18
2 1975/1976 5 30 32 pts. 33–33 10–12–8
3 1976/1977 2 30 38 pts. 46–31 14–10–6
4 1977/1978 10 30 28 pts. 34–40 9–10–11
5 1978/1979 2 30 39 pts. 37–26 14–11–5
6 1979/1980 2 30 36 pts. 47–39 13–10–7
7 1980/1981 1 30 39 pts. 39–25 14–11–5
8 1981/1982 1 30 39 pts. 45–31 14–11–5
9 1982/1983 2 30 38 pts. 50–30 13–12–5
10 1983/1984 2 30 42 pts. 43–25 15–12–3
11 1984/1985 3 30 38 pts. 34–16 13–12–5
12 1985/1986 3 30 41 pts. 40–25 15–11–4
13 1986/1987 6 30 36 pts. 34–29 14–7–9
14 1987/1988 5 30 31 pts. 28–24 8–15–7
15 1988/1989 7 30 29 pts. 27–27 9–12–9
16 1989/1990 15 (relegation to 2nd division.) 30 17 pts. 22–39 4–12–14
17 1991/1992 3 34 43 pts. 48–28 17–9–8
18 1992/1993 5 34 43 pts. 60–42 16–11–7
19 1993/1994 6 34 39 pts. 45–33 12–15–7
20 1994/1995 2 34 45 pts. 48–25 17–11–6
21 1995/1996 1 34 88 pts. 84–22 27–7–0
22 1996/1997 1 34 81 pts. 74–20 25–6–3
23 1997/1998 4 34 61 pts. 53–34 18–7–9
24 1998/1999 2 30 56 pts. 50–33 18–2–10
25 1999/2000 7 30 40 pts. 48–54 11–7–12
26 2000/2001 12 30 36 pts. 33–40 9–9–12
27 2001/2002
Autumn round
– group A:
8 14 11 pts. 9–24 3–2–9
Spring round
– g. relegation:
2 14 31 pts. 19–8 6–7–1
28 2002/2003 9 30 37 pts. 29–39 10–7–13
29 2003/2004 14 (relegation) 26 19 pts. 25–52 4–7–15
30 2006/2007 12 30 28 pts. 27–48 7–7–16
31 2007/2008 15 (relegation) 30 26 pts. 27–42 5–11–14
32 2010/2011 9 30 43 pts. 41–34 11–10–9
33 2011/2012 11 30 39 pts. 25-26 9-12-9
34 2012/2013 ??? ??? ??? pts. ???-??? ???-???-???

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