Another year, and another season down the gurgler for Gold Coast. Another season that was travelling well, but punctured. Another season where the Suns had all the favours – a healthy list, a dream draw and a core of players seemingly in their prime. Another season where they fell in a heap any time they printed out a boarding pass.
What makes the Suns all the more frustrating is that they’re capable of brilliant football. Look at the way they put Richmond to the sword in the first half hour of the season. Look at what they did to Geelong on a sticky night in Darwin. Look at the win over Essendon, which was a cracking game. And look at the way they dug in against Collingwood. They were headed that night and Nick Daicos was cutting them to pieces. Every Suns team in the history of the club would have turned up their toes. Their pitiful performance against the Pies the previous year probably cost Stuart Dew his job. This time they rallied, they kept attacking, they kept their heads, and they finally earned something verging on trust.
