National Team Players in Season 1909
| name | pos. | caps | goals | club |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Nils Andersson | DF | 1 | 0 | IFK Göteborg |
| Oskar "Påsket" Bengtsson | GK | 1 | 0 | Örgryte IS Göteborg |
| Erik "Backen" Bergström | FW | 1 | 0 | Örgryte IS Göteborg |
| Gustaf "Foten" Bergström | FW | 1 | 0 | Örgryte IS Göteborg |
| Henrik "Påsen" Bergström | FW | 1 | 0 | Örgryte IS Göteborg |
| Erik "Börje" Börjesson | FW | 1 | 0 | IFK Göteborg |
| Thor Ericsson | MF | 1 | 0 | Örgryte IS Göteborg |
| Herman Myhrberg | FW | 1 | 0 | Örgryte IS Göteborg |
| Sven "Bleddy" Olsson | MF | 1 | 0 | Örgryte IS Göteborg |
| Ivar Ryberg | MF | 1 | 0 | Örgryte IS Göteborg |
| Konrad Törnqvist | DF | 1 | 0 | IFK Göteborg |
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