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So, about that Gerwyn Price prediction yesterday. Not our finest hour. By the end of Night 10 in Brighton, the Iceman had long since exited stage left, Jonny Clayton had pinched the headlines again, and Luke Littler had spent the evening getting the full pantomime treatment from a crowd that had clearly not forgotten last week’s needle. Brighton, in other words, had everything. Just not the result we saw coming.
Clayton was the man who made off with the evening. The Welshman beat Luke Humphries 6-5 in the quarter-finals, saw off Josh Rock 6-4 in the semis, and then produced the sort of comeback that leaves opponents staring into the middle distance wondering what on earth just happened. Michael van Gerwen led the final 5-2 and looked to have one hand on the nightly trophy, only for Clayton to reel off four straight legs and snatch it 6-5. That made it Clayton’s third nightly win of the 2026 Premier League season, which is the kind of stat that stops being a curiosity and starts becoming a proper title charge.
There is something wonderfully irritating about Clayton if you are one of his rivals. He does not always arrive with fireworks. He rarely feels wrapped in hype. He just keeps winning bits of the evening, nicking matches, and wandering back into the bigger picture with the expression of a man who has successfully fixed a shelf.
Littler, though, was the night’s main soap opera (again). After the grumbling and crowd reaction around his behaviour in Manchester the previous week, Brighton did not exactly greet him like a beloved seaside landmark. He was booed on the walk-on, responded to it, and then never really settled. Stephen Bunting beat him 6-4, with Littler posting an 83.94 average, his lowest ever in a televised PDC event. It was scrappy, tense, and had the feel of a player trying to shut out not just the man across the oche, but several thousand opinions in the room as well.
That crowd trouble will now travel with him a bit. Fairly or unfairly, once a player becomes the villain for an evening, every gesture is magnified and every miss gets its own soundtrack. Brighton leaned into it. Littler looked rattled by it. And the league, suddenly, feels even more fun for having that extra layer of chaos fizzing away underneath the tungsten.
As for Price, our chosen man lasted about as long as a British heatwave. Josh Rock beat him 6-3 in the quarter-finals, so the prediction column is getting a respectful black armband this week.
The standings now tell a pretty lively story. Clayton sits top on 24 points after that third nightly victory, Littler is second on 21, and Price remains very much in the hunt on 19 despite his early exit. Van Gerwen’s run to the final moved him onto 16, while Gian van Veen has 12. Bunting and Humphries are both on 11, and Rock, despite his win over Price, is still playing catch-up on six. It is tightening nicely, and Clayton, quietly and rather brilliantly, has elbowed his way into pole position.
