Tokyo Verdy - Team Record As J. League Member

Team Record As J. League Member

Season Div. Tms. Pos. Attendance/G J. League Cup Emperor's Cup Asia
1992 - - - - Winner Runners-Up CC 2nd Round
1993 J1 10 1 25,235 Winner Quarter-final CC 4th Place
1994 J1 12 1 24,926 Winner 2nd Round CC 3rd Place
1995 J1 14 2 20,834 - Quarter-final CC Quarter-final
1996 J1 16 7 17,653 Runners-Up Winner CC Quarter-final
1997 J1 17 15 10,933 Group Stage 3rd Round - -
1998 J1 18 12 13,338 Group Stage Quarter-final CWC Quarter-final
1999 J1 16 7 9,379 2nd Round Semi-final - -
2000 J1 16 10 7,609 Quarter-final 4th Round - -
2001 J1 16 14 19,396 1st Round Quarter-final - -
2002 J1 16 10 15,128 Group Stage 3rd Round - -
2003 J1 16 8 17,563 Group Stage Quarter-final - -
2004 J1 16 9 15,059 Semi-final Winner - -
2005 J1 18 17 14,716 Group Stage 4th Round - -
2006 J2 13 7 5,705 - 3rd Round CL Group Stage
2007 J2 13 2 7,327 - 3rd Round - -
2008 J1 18 17 14,837 Group Stage 4th Round - -
2009 J2 18 7 5,521 - 2nd Round - -
2010 J2 19 5 5,572 - 2nd Round - -
Key
  • Tms. = Number of teams
  • Pos. = Position in league
  • Attendance/G = Average league attendance

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