WE`RE ON A ROAD TO NOWHERE..

Arrgghh!!!   My turn to wear the sackcloth and ashes this week.  Every time the Saints make the long journey to Tranmere Rovers` Prenton Park ground, somehow the words of David Byrne`s `Road to Nowhere` come hauntingly to mind.  For Tranmere are the Saints` bogey team.  Try as we might, we always find Tranmere difficult to break down  on their dodgy pitch, so much so that our most recent encounters with them on the Wirrall have resulted in four defeats, one draw and just one solitary win, which was way back in 1959.  I can even recall us being 3-0 up at half time in a cup game, only to lose it 4-3 in the dying minutes.

So no real surprise to learn that in yesterday`s 2-0 defeat we were awful, lacking any guile, desire or passion with the players` minds seemingly more concerned with playing Manchester United next week than getting the Tranmere monkey off their backs. 

In other Snopper Street footy news, the super soaraway Gills continued their impressive run of results with a hard earned draw away at Torquay, which keeps them  there or thereabouts in the mix at the top end of League Two.   Mr. Slightly must now be over the moon, having spent the early part of the season with acute parrot sickness.

But the one victory for Snopper Street yesterday came courtesy of Charlton, seeing off Plymouth Argyle, whose pilgrimage to The Valley proved fruitless.   Charlton`s 2-0 win was helped by yet another goal from our street`s icon, Scott Wagstaff, who pounced on a defensive blunder to put his side one up, bringing his season`s goal tally to nine, which is an excellent return for a normally wide flanker but who was given a more forward role yesterday by new manager Chrissy (The Addicks Legend) Powell. 

The jungle drums are rumbling;  rumours are gathering pace; whispers on the streets are beginning to suggest that the Saints are showing an interest in Waggy and perhaps see Charlton`s golascoring pacy pouncer as a natural replacement for departing prodigy Alex Oxtail-Chamberlain, who seems to be off to Arsenal for a shedload of wonga.   If the opportunity arises, Waggy should jump at the chance to join Southampton not only for the football but also for the playboy lifestyle on the sundrenched south coast, a whole world away from the drab urban jungle of SE 7.

For both the Saints and for buzzin` Scott Wagstaff, the `Road to Nowhere` includes the inspiring and enticingly portentous phrase:-

"And we`re not little children

And we know what we want

And the future is certain

Give us time to work it out."