On the evidence of West Ham’s tactical setup most weeks, one could be forgiven for presuming that David Moyes has about as much regard for the press as Donald Trump.
At their best, his teams sit in, suck you in, then pounce. At their worst, they’re a passive bunch who let you do more or less as you please. Seldom, in either form, are they the protagonists, rarely dictating that the piece’s primary action take place in the opposition half.
