West Ham United are still waiting for their first win under David Moyes, but there were positives to take from Friday night’s 1-1 draw with Leicester City.
The most obvious was Cheikhou Kouyaté’s equaliser, remarkably the first time the London club have scored in the first half of a home league game since the same player found the net against Swansea City on April 8.
In fact, they have scored just once in the first half-hour of a league game at the London Stadium in 2017, and that came when they were already 2-0 down to Leicester the last time the teams met.
When a team is struggling so badly – West Ham have conceded an average of two goals per game and won just twice all season – fans can be tempted to cling to whatever they can.
When you have no actual heroes to cheer, cult heroes will invariably take on the mantle. Alessandro Diamanti fulfilling that role in West Ham’s run to 17th in 2010, while Ravel Morrison provided the sparks in a similarly dismal 2013-14 campaign which involved 40 points, 40 goals, and the team being booed off after a win.
This season, as was the case for parts of the last campaign, the role has been assumed by Arthur Masuaku.
Masuaku is a man of contrasts: a man announced on the big screen at the London Stadium with a French flag alongside his name, having returned from international duty with the Democratic Republic of Congo, and a player signed as a full-back but playing as a winger against the Foxes.
The former Olympiacos man gave us an idea of what to expect early on last season, looking impressive going forward in his first few appearances before a display against West Bromwich Albion helped us better understand why there might have been so little competition for his signature.
Generally speaking, when you give away a free-kick for handball, your priorities are relatively clear. In broad terms that might mean ‘stay focused and defend the set piece’, but more specifically you should probably be telling yourself not to handle the ball with your next touch.
Instead, three successive touches in that match were Masuaku handball, Phillips free-kick, Masuaku handball. It’s almost impressive.
Of course, later in the same game, a misplaced Masuaku pass left Salomón Rondón clean through on goal. That’s bad enough, sure, but this was in the first hour of the game. And Rondón was still in his own half.
Entertainment is often undervalued in football, and the left-back certainly provided that.
While there haven’t been too many high points for West Ham this season, Masuaku has been at the centre of a couple of them.
His goal against Bolton in the Carabao Cup was one of the best seen at the London Stadium, while his introduction at 3-1 down against Tottenham brought a fabulous assist for a Kouyaté header and almost helped inspire a comeback as unlikely as the one which followed against the same opposition at Wembley weeks later.
It’s not all been so great, though. Masuaku struggled against Manchester United’s on-song attack on the opening weekend after being given the nod at left-back, and a reasonable performance against Leicester was very nearly ruined by the aforementioned loose pass in the closing stages.
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But it is another moment late on in Friday’s game which truly acts as a microcosm of what to expect when you pick the 24-year-old.
On many occasions against Leicester’s right-sided duo of Danny Simpson and Marc Albrighton, Masuaku managed to wriggle free when a pass to a better-placed team-mate seemed to be on. You don’t pick Arthur Masuaku when you want predictability.
He’s just as likely to create a chance from nothing as he is to create nothing from a chance, and so it proved a couple of minutes from the end on Friday night. In fact, both of these things happened in one movement, like a father pulling off a one-handed catch in the crowd of a cricket game but dropping his baby in the process.
Masuaku had no real right to emerge with the ball from a crowded left flank and find himself in space – and his next move seemed to indicate he was just as surprised as anyone by it all.
With André Ayew waiting in the middle for a cross, the only question was whether it would be a low, drilled cross-shot like the one watched well by Kasper Schmeichel earlier in the second half, or a higher delivery aimed at the head of Ayew. But again, I stress, you don’t pick Arthur Masuaku when you want predictability.
Either he was setting himself when he already looked set (resetting himself?) or ghosting past a defender who wasn’t there, but Masuaku’s next touch put him in the ideal crossing position…if the goal had been situated in the stands.
The most remarkable part was how confident he seemed that another touch was needed. Maybe he was fooled by the distance from the goal to the stands, and figured the pitch must go on longer than that…but such an argument would hold more weight if he hadn’t been playing for the club for 15 months.
Some might use that bizarre piece of decision-making as justification for Masuaku being dropped for the trip to Everton, but what it really shows it he absolutely must keep his place.
After all, if he’s capable of outsmarting even himself, he’s capable of anything.
By Tom Victor
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