The first half of the game was pretty uneventful and lacklustre to be honest, and certainly didn't feel like a game between one team looking to secure European football for next season and another trying to hang on to their Premier League future, and they went into the break at 0-0.
Towards the end of the first half Crouch had been substituted for Pavlyuchenko, and early in the second, the sub curled one into the corner past Foster.
One of the entertaining things during the game was seeing the scores from the other nine games scrolling along the big screen. Some of them (Arsenal losing, Blackpool in the lead against Man Utd) got bigger cheers than the on field action.
Not long after Spurs had taken the lead, Birmingham equalised, and they were still in with a shout of staying up. But, even though they were losing, Wolves 2nd goal against Blackburn who had already scored three meant that Wolves went above Birmingham on goal difference and so Birmingham were in trouble.
Their fate was sealed when, with pretty much the last kick of the game, Pav doubled his tally with a deflected shot that looped over Foster, and it was bye bye Blues.
One of the nicest things about the whole afternoon was that, despite all of the "You're going down with West Ham" chants during the game, the Birmingham fans continued to sing their support up to and beyond the final whistle, and the Spurs fans gave them a spontaneous huge round of applause for their loyalty. This was repeated when the announcer said that we hope to see them back in the top flight in the season after next.
See, it turns out that football fans are nice people after all - well, Spurs fans are anyway.
Being the last game of the season there were a couple of presentations and the players did a lap of honour along with their kids. All good family fun.
Oh, and by winning we secured our Europa league place for next season (albeit that we didn't need to win anyway as Villa beat Liverpool).
We took a slightly different route home, coming down the A12 and through the Blackwall Tunnel. This meant that we went right past the Olympic site and got a good view of both the velodrome and the athletics stadium. Jake tells me that I am not supposed to call it the velodrome, it is the "pringle".
Jake came up with another great comment. Looking over at the towers of Canary Wharf just before we went into the tunnel he asked me, "why do banks need such large tower blocks? How many offices to they need to work out you're in debt?"
No answer to that one sunshine! All I could say was "good question, good question!"
Once back at home we could tally up our sporting challenge points for the day. Before leaving for White Hart Lane, Jake and I both made predictions for the score in all ten of today's matches. One point was to be awarded if we got the result right, and a bonus point if we got the scoreline spot on as well.
So, it was marks out of twenty.
Jake won: he scored 5, beating me by one point.
He will be collecting his prize in the Isle of Wight next week.