NOBODY on the ground at Kelleythorpe for the play-off battle between visitors Wilmslow Wolves and Driffield will ever forget the closing few minutes.

The unbridled joy of the Wolves players and their large contingent of travelling support at the conclusion of Saturday's promotion decider was matched only by the utter desolation of their Driffield opponents who had conspired to allow a winning position to be wrestled from their grasp by conceding not just once but twice in what elsewhere is known as ‘Fergie Time’.

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Wherever you looked, prostrate Driffield players were picking themselves up from the ground and shaking their heads in disbelief.

For them it must have been a horrible few moments.

Just a minute or two earlier, Wolves looked all but down and out as they hauled down Driffield’s right winger well inside their own half of the field.

And although they managed to turn over possession, there was still a long way to go and trailed 21-14.

But these Wolves must be among the great escapologists.

They never give up and they never throw in the towel.

Just as they had done at Northwich in March and then three weeks ago at Carlisle, they put together the phases and the passing with just about everybody contributing to eventually send flanker Seb Pemberton through the remnants of a shredded Driffield defence.

You would have needed television cameras to piece together every nuance of the play.

Many of those looking on would then have backed Bob MacCallum to tie it all up with his conversion but it was from far out and came off an upright on the wrong side.

Wolves were still 21-19 in arrears and would have to do it all again if there was sufficient time still on the clock.

A clean take of the restart was followed by the pack taking it on down the field, picking and driving faultlessly, then spinning it along the line, where it opened up on the right for James Coulthurst.

Never can Coulthurst have run harder and faster than he did in this last gasp of the game to secure the winning touchdown.

It was the last play of the game with the ball in hand, the referee's whistle sounding after MacCullum missed with the conversion.

From the dark ashes of defeat, Wolves had dragged themselves to the sun lit land beyond.

For as long as rugby is played at Wilmslow’s Memorial Ground, this will surely be among the annals of the club’s greatest moments.