We should enjoy Saracens' wanderlust while we still can, because soon they will find a place of their own, a place they can call home, and these big-concept extrapolations around a game of rugby will become a thing of the past. "Saracens are a club who have been waiting for a home ground for 140 years," pointed out Ed Griffiths, their chief executive, "so we're quite looking forward to getting one."

That is due to happen in February, when they move into the Copthall Stadium in Barnet. Never say never, says Griffiths, but, after that, the vision is to play two home games a season at Wembley and the rest, rather boringly, at home. It will be children and a dog next, and their years as restless souls will be but a fond memory.

Still, like a tortured twenty-something, Saracens are using this time in search of themselves well, and can now be ranked among Europe's most effective travellers. After this very authoritative win over Racing Métro in Brussels, they sit handsomely at the top of Pool One with nine points out of 10. If their curve continues on its upward trajectory, they will negotiate their next European assignment – against Munster at Thomond Park in December – with sangfroid. Which would represent an achievement in itself.

Their first-half performance against Racing was imperious enough to give the impression that Stade Roi Baudouin was indeed their home ground, rather than a stadium they had never played in before. We know all about the Saracens defence, but they continue to make a mockery of those who complain about their alleged limitations in attack. They bristled with options when the ball was in their hands. This has happened before, but it is normally spring before we get to see it.

Alex Goode, as important a component as any in their system, summed up the elusiveness of a coherent attack. "Defence can be mastered very quickly," he said. "It's about putting bodies on the line and adopting a system. But attack is one of those things that takes a little time."

Goode was as excellent as ever and maintains his place towards the front of a long queue of young Englishmen vying for their nation's No15 shirt. But England are in the unfortunate position of not being able or willing to pick the Premiership's outstanding practitioners at fly-half and No8. Whereas Harlequins' Nick Easter insists he still wants to play for England, Charlie Hodgson has retired himself from all that aggro, yet continues to operate on a higher plane than everyone else. And if that is not insulting enough, the best hooker in the country is not only unavailable too, as a South African, but is playing with more bravado and panache than the very best centres available. Schalk Brits once again brandished his appetite for the big occasion by dominating this match, in the loose at least.

He is another who will surely miss Saracens' years wandering the grand stages of this sporting world. When February comes it will all be over, as they move into a grown-up home. Our best hope then will be for a midlife crisis of some kind. Once a wanderer ....