Let's face it, the Saints are sinners.

Admittedly it's not often I go to watch Southampton Football Club in action but my absence is understandable. If I wanted to be poorly entertained and surrounded by chavs I'd go to Bar Risa on a Friday night. Having said that, the current predicament in which the Saints find themselves is one of great interest and even greater controversy. As a football fan, and a resident of the city I reckon I'm allowed to have an opinion of the whole fiasco. So here goes..

Southampton are teetering on the precipice of disaster. With as many pounds in the bank as points in the bag (44 to be precise), the club is on the brink of relegation and administration. Eleven managers in twelve years, dwindling attendances and a chairman who was public enemy number one prior to his sheepish departure earlier this month. Frankly, it ain't good.

Easter Monday's clash with Crystal Palace was crucial. After a home defeat to a dead and buried Charlton side only three points would suffice. In truth, Saints don't have a bad side with several young players, such as Surman/Lallana and co, gaining an impressive reputation in the game. But reputation gets you nothing, as fellow blogger Mark Tilley pointed out in his excellent discussion of David 'twat' Bentley's performances this season.

On this occasion, Southampton toiled to victory. Apparently, Bradley Wright Phillips was dangerous throughout and ran the Eagles defence ragged. On one occasion he nicked (see what I did there?) the ball from Nick Carle in midfield, stole (pardon the pun) a march on the backtracking Rui Fonte and angled to shoot. Predictably, the finishing was criminal. (Sorry).

But the damage was done. Palace, playing their second game in three days, seemed almost as exhausted as my 'Bradley Wright-Phillips is a thieving little wanker' joke.

In the end it was a local boy who put them out of their misery, David McGoldrick rifling home from twenty-five yards. McGoldrick is one of those players, who despite being awful 90% of the time, shows the occasional flash of mediocrity and subsequently earns the tag of a 'hot young prospect'. Dave, you're not potentially brilliant, you're crap. In fact, the only time McGoldigger has lived up to his 'ruthless striker' reputation was when he punched a local outside the Giddy Bridge. Nothing like improving relations in the community, eh?

Away from the pitch, the debt collectors are looming. Southampton need a financial miracle. One possible solution is to sell the stadium to the City Council and then rent the St Mary's back. Yep, you've read that right - St Mary's will be a giant council house. A home from home for the majority of fans then.

Saturday sees a trip to Hillsborough and the first of three games for Mark Wotte's men to save their season. Will they stave off the threat of relegation? It's unlikely.

Do I want them to stay up? Fuck no.