Some on here love a hoss racing analogy---
If we enter the final furlongs wearing blinkers, not seeing what's happening behind, thundering hooves get louder and louder and, before you realise, all you see are the chasing hoss's arses, their hooves splattering mud in your eyes.
Beware the key player injury, the suspension, the run of bad luck, the bad refereeing decision, the loss of form. We could be doomed I'm telling you, doomed.