ONE of these sides will be kicking off against AC Milan in the Champions League on Wednesday in one of the biggest nights of their lives, while the other will be sat at home with a delivery pizza, slippers on and watching Alex Jones on The One Show.

One are known for their expansive silky skills and a larger-than- life manager. Champagne and caviar. The other for gritty, no-nonsense football. Pie and chips and a pint of Banks’ bitter.

Just in case you were still in any doubt, it was Tottenham who qualified for Europe. Tottenham are battling for fourth place. Wolves are second-bottom.

Clearly this must be the strongest Premier League that there’s been?

It would be just Mick McCarthy’s luck for his side to rattle off nine wins on the spin, finish the season on 56 points and still be relegated.

Surely Alan Hutton should have seen red for his tugging of Nenad Milijas which led to Kevin Doyle’s penalty?

Surely referee Mark Halsey got it wrong by disallowing Richard Stearman’s late header for a foul on Heurelho Gomes when the Brazilian flapped at thin air.

In the end the latter mattered little as Steven Fletcher rose from the bench to plunder a deserved point for Wolves by heading Matt Jarvis’ cross home.

It was a finish that Dean Richards, looking on from up high no doubt, would have been proud.

Richards, who died last week at the age of just 36, would have probably broken the back of the net.

How fitting that his widow and two young sons should witness such a fabulous game between two of his former clubs.

The home side’s point was one that few expected, such had been Tottenham’s dominant form of late, barring a blip at Blackpool.

“I’m disappointed but what can you do?” said Spurs boss Harry Redknapp.

“I can’t commit suicide can I? There’s a young guy died this week,” referring to Richards.

“I’ve had half-a-bottle of Budweiser,” said an even more chirpy McCarthy when asked to explain his ear-to-ear smile.

It could yet prove a huge point, and the Yorkshire/Irishman knew it.

Sure, Wolves had seen off Chelsea, Manchester United and Manchester City at fortress Molineux. But this was silky Spurs.

As it turned out they were sickly Spurs in a dour opening half-hour which saw Wolves take the lead through Doyle’s header after a period of pressure.

Milijas was to endure an afternoon of mixed fortunes, filling the boots of Jamie O’Hara.

He had already headed a half-chance over the crossbar when his corner was played back into his path.