By SCM Staff at Turf Moor
CRY-SENCIO SUMMERVILLE is officially the hottest thing in East London since a salt beef bagel from Brick Lane.
The Dutch dynamo extended his sensational scoring streak to five games as West Ham cruised to a 2-0 victory over a toothless Burnley, leaving Scott Parker’s men rooted to the bottom of the table and the Hammers dreaming of a Great Escape.
Nuno Espirito Santo has finally found his groove, and it’s being played at double speed by his flying winger.
On 13 minutes, the Turf Moor faithful were silenced when Mateus Fernandes—who ran the show from midfield—threaded a needle with a pass that released Summerville.
The winger didn’t blink, dinking the ball over the onrushing Martin Dubravka with the ice-cold composure of a man who knows he can’t miss right now.
Burnley looked fragile from the off, but things went from bad to worse in the 26th minute. El Hadji Malick Diouf, a constant threat down the flank, whipped in a cross that begged to be buried.
Up stepped January signing Valentín “Taty” Castellanos to oblige, thumping home a low header to record his first-ever Premier League goal.
It was “textbook Nuno”—fast, clinical, and devastating on the break.
Burnley tried to fight back, with Marcus Edwards and Zian Flemming forcing Mads Hermansen into a series of smart saves, but the Hammers’ backline, led by a revitalized Aaron Wan-Bissaka, stood firm. Wan-Bissaka’s last-ditch block to deny Edwards late in the game was as good as a goal, proving that West Ham have found some much-needed steel to go with their attacking sparkle.
For Burnley, the statistics make for grim reading. They are now 16 games without a win, and the gap to safety is starting to look like a canyon.
While the West Ham fans sang about staying up, the home crowd could only watch as their side slumped to another defeat.
With Jarrod Bowen and Summerville stretching the play at will, it could have been four or five if not for some late wastefulness.
West Ham are now just three points behind Nottingham Forest. On this evidence, with Summerville in the form of his life, you wouldn’t bet against them.
