James fucking Maddison, the overrated mug, has only gone and crocked himself, hasn't he? Typical. Just when Tottenham needed the useless tw*t, he goes and does this. Probably on purpose, knowing him. Bellend.
Maddison's season in tatters
The lanky prima donna is set to miss the rest of the season with a fucked up knee. Karma for all his diving and play-acting, if you ask me. No one will miss his amateur dramatics on the pitch. Spurs are better off without him.
Spurs' Europa League hopes hanging by a thread
Ange 'The W*nker' Postecoglou and his band of merry men are 3-1 up in the Europa League semis against some Scandinavian no-marks. But without Maddison's 'exquisite' skills (give me a fucking break), they're basically fucked. Another trophy-less season for the North London mugs.
Maddison's 'impact' this season
Apparently, this d*ckhead has been 'key' for Spurs this season. 45 games, 12 goals, 10 assists. Big fucking deal. My nan could've done better, and she's been dead for 10 years. He's been about as useful as a chocolate teapot.
Postecoglou's future hanging in the balance
The 'mighty' Spurs are heading for their worst ever finish in the league under this clown. 16th place? Absolute sh*te. No wonder there's talk of him getting the chop. But little James is standing by his man. How fucking noble of him.
Maddison's delusions of grandeur
Maddison reckons they can still have a 'special' season by winning the Europa League. Special needs, more like. This tool needs to get his head out of his arse and wake up to reality. But then again, what do you expect from a bloke who thinks he's the dog's bollocks?
