On a pitch where Jimmy Greaves scored 14 hat-tricks, Glenn Hoddle sprayed artistic passes, Paul Gascoigne reached his zenith and Gareth Bale blasted holes, "48 legends" - players and managers - fanned out in the soft spring rain, before the London Community Gospel Choir sang Oh When the Spurs Go Marching In.
Pochettino's side have 80 points with two games left - enough to guarantee the runners-up spot. This is the side of Dele Alli, Harry Kane and Eric Dier: a fine blend of English and foreign talent. The beauty of the parade - from Ossie Ardiles to Edgar Davids and Peter Crouch - was that new notables have emerged to renew this story of appealing football.
Out came "the original king of White Hart Lane", Alan Gilzean, then David Ginola.
The next entrant drew the biggest cheer of all: Hoddle, perhaps the greatest embodiment of Tottenham's ideology. Cliff Jones stepped out on behalf of the great push-and-run teams of the early 1960s. Closer to the present day, Ledley King was wildly popular. Teddy Sheringham emerged to similar acclaim.
Some could not make it. Gascoigne said in a message to the fans: "The time I had at Spurs was phenomenal. Sometimes I wish I hated it, because then I wouldn't miss it so much".
Jurgen Klinsmann, one of the first great Premier League imports, said: "I've never felt the connection so deeply between the fans and the players in a stadium." And Steve Perryman, who made a record 436 appearances on this soil, spoke of the future: "There will be a bit of despair along the way but it's a great, great club with so much tradition - yet so much history about to be made."
Gazza's reluctance to be here was borne, by all accounts, of a fear of being around so much revelry (and alcohol). In the great sweep of a football club's history, you see the ravages of life, as you do beyond the escapism of the game.
Then the current team came out in dark blue tracksuits to be handed responsibility for the most exciting but hardest part of all. The future.