There’s a running theme at the Nines Premier League that if trophies were handed out for merchandise, the Salty Pigs would be a dynasty. Two straight years as kings of the merch tent. Pink everywhere. Kids in Salty Pigs kit before they could name a single player. Every pair of pink and blue socks gone … Continue reading The Salty Pigs: Stop Selling the T-Shirts and Win the Thing →

The Campbelltown Saints didn’t sneak into the Premier League. They didn’t ride momentum. They didn’t survive chaos. They walked through the Sydney Qualifier like a team that had already agreed on the ending. From the opening kick, they were composed, professional, and ruthless when chances appeared. Ken Sio looked like a man who had forgotten … Continue reading Campbelltown Saints: Can the West Travel? →

EZ have been in the Nines ecosystem since the beginning, evolving from a loose collection of mates into a properly built program. Hybrid Labs sessions. Purposeful recruitment. Feeder teams running through Sydney and Brisbane to widen the base and harden the list. This isn’t a pop-up side anymore. It’s a system. That’s what makes them … Continue reading EZ Squad: Built for It. Still Waiting to Finish It. →

Nobody draws the Port Moresby Vipers and feels comfortable about it. Not because of reputation.Because of style. The Vipers don’t play Nines the way most teams do. They don’t wait for structure to settle or tempo to reveal itself. They come fast, loud, and confrontational, turning every game into something slightly unpredictable. One set can … Continue reading Port Moresby Vipers: Chaos With a Purpose →

The Giants are a new team... Sort of. Formed from the combined programs of ACTV and CMBT, the Giants arrive carrying a full season of Nines lessons that neither side could cash in on alone. Both teams competed in 2025. Both learned quickly how unforgiving this level can be. Neither seriously threatened the business end … Continue reading Giants: Experience Banked, Answers Required →

Pool 4 is where the Nines stops pretending. No easy narratives. No “we’ll warm into it.” No mercy for teams still figuring out what their identity is by Round 2. This pool is part second-chance laboratory, part execution test, and part warning sign for anyone who thinks the Premier League is just the qualifiers with … Continue reading Pool 4: Experience, Experiments, and the Team Nobody Wants in Round 1 →

Te Ao Mārama no longer arrive as a mystery. Brisbane answered that part. They showed exactly who they are. Young. Fit. Relentless. A team built to run all weekend and still look organised when others started negotiating with their hammies. They didn’t fluke their way through the draw. They corrected in real time, trusted their … Continue reading Te Ao Mārama: Now Comes the Second Question →

Legacy arrive with names people recognise. Former Brisbane Broncos. Premiership experience. Origin jerseys. A roster that, on paper, looks more like a reunion tour than a Nines squad. That alone makes them dangerous. But Legacy have never been just that. What separates them is how deliberately they’ve built this team. Alex Glenn hasn’t stacked a … Continue reading Legacy: Still Loaded, Still Chasing →

The Arthur Beetson Foundation enter the Premier League carrying something most teams don’t. Access. Ian Lacey’s contact list runs deep. Players with professional careers behind them. Connections through the Queensland Murri Knockout and the broader knockout circuit. If there’s a pool of experienced talent available, ABF can reach into it. That alone makes them dangerous. … Continue reading Arthur Beetson Foundation: Dangerous on Promise Alone →

The Southern Sharks don’t need to explain themselves. They’ve already done the hardest part. Twice. Back-to-back titles turned them from contenders into the benchmark, the team everyone measured themselves against. For two seasons, their blueprint worked better than anyone else’s. Calm starts. Smart rotations. Sunday composure. When the weekend tightened, the Sharks didn’t. That history … Continue reading Southern Sharks: Still Dangerous, No Longer Untouchable →