I came across this on Twitter today and very much suspect, for the hard-core Brexiteers, this to be the case.

England remains stubbornly hostage to an unwillingness to disengage with the idea that past glories are just that: past. We choose to bathe in of the glories of Agincourt, when our superior English longbowmen stuffed one up the Frenchies, ignorant of the fact that many were, in fact, either French or Welsh, and that the longbow was only elevated to a weapon of prestige by our Norman (French) conquerors after the Welsh gave such a good account of themselves using it. We are stirred by the nonsense tale of Good Queen Bess riding to Tilbury to fire up the troops in the face of the Spanish Armada; and the utter lie of plucky little Britain standing alone in Europe against the Nazi threat. And for all the good they do, you might at well genuflect to Lego Windsor as the family Windsor.