Barca's rhythm was disrupted. It was subtle, but they noticed it. Real Madrid players dashed out, spreading to mark everyone in their half. Then their forwards made a run in too, marking those in the Barcelona half.
Madrid ramped up their marking, with each player closing in tighter on their opponents.
Barcelona was still able to maintain their passes, however, Real Madrid's marking was a lot of intense and more tactical. They were using a tactical approach to mark their opponents, Barca shouldn't dust off the pressure very easily.
"Crap!"
Thiago groaned as he controlled the ball that came from his defender, however, Fin Torres was on him immediately, mounting pressure. Thiago controlled the ball with the inside of his boot, then he turned around, releasing the ball in the direction of Noah.
Or where he thought Noah was supposed to be.
"Shit!"
