The 2002 Football League First Division play-off Final was a football match played at The Millennium Stadium, Cardiff on 12 May 2002 at the end of the 2001–02 season. The match determined the third and final team to gain promotion from First Division to the Premiership, and was contested by Birmingham City, who finished fifth during the league season, and Norwich City, who finished sixth. The teams reached the final by defeating Millwall and Wolverhampton Wanderers respectively in the two-legged semi-finals.
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