Wimbledon: Andy Murray v Nikolay Davydenko as it happened

Dudi Sela or Ivo Karlovic lie in wait for Murray in the next round. It's been too long since we had a Dudi in the draw. A man in a plastic Union flag boater stands and applauds as Murray strides out - big serve, 15-0; delicate drop-shot, 30-0. Big serve, third match point; Davydenko flays a final forehand long, game over...

A rare "COME ON ANDY!" floats through the Centre Court air. The exhortations haven't really been needed so far; it's been a cake-walk, a stroll, an old-fashioned thrashing. Murray creams a forehand into Davy's forehand corner for 15-30, loses out on a challenge for 30-30. Oh, too good, a wonderful backland onto Davydenko's shoelaces as he dashes to the net with suicidal intent. One match point saved, another set up as Davy flounders... saved! with a lovely forehand cross-court that just bites the outer edges of the line. Big first serve, the inevitable delayed a brief moment.

Ace out wide from Murray, Davydenko almost disappearing into the front row as he chases that lost cause into oblivion. Murray one game away from a place in the second round.

Consolation service holds these, you'd have to say. A glimpse there of the crowds on Henman Hill - not rammed, by any means, which reflects the untroubled nature of this performance so far.

A lady in a pink cardigan and floral blouse applauds happily as Murray races through another service game, pummelling the dispirited Davydenko with howitzer first serves.

Groan of disappointment as Murray crunches a backhand reply onto the tape, and when another floats just wide Davydenko has the relative succour of a deuce. On his own serve. Backhand lob... long, and Davy seals the game a moment later with a fierce first serve that Murray can only stretch back into the net. Players to their chairs, crowd to their feet to ward off any incipient cramp.

Big serve from Murray out to the backhand side. The ball dies on Davydenko's strings and falls to the turf at his toes. Centre almost willing the battered Russian on now, and when you have the crowd's pity against a British player, you really are heading down the gurgler with all hands on board.

Wogan hasn't moved a muscle since this match began. He's rapt - and when you've lived a life like that man, socialised with the stars he has, there's no higher compliment. Backhand slice again from Murray, the ball curving away in the flight too - what's that stat? The ball bounced just 20cm off that last one? Too good. Davydenko hangs on to his serve with sad-eyed desperation.

Davydenko arrows a forehand service return into Murray's feet like a Joel Garner yorker. It's the briefest of pauses in the dissection, however, as Murray responds to a forehand that flicks the tape with an improvised, almost table-tennis forehand slice that his opponent can only pull wide. I'm not suggesting that Judy HAS to cook Andy's dinner, by the way; it's just that with Kim watching from Centre and Andy otherwise engaged, it might make easy sense.

A chap there in the crowd chewing gum with his mouth wide open, in the uncouth fashion of Mike Teevee. I'm surprised the stewards haven't manhandled him out of here and frog-marched him onto a District Line train bound for Upminster. Murray currently winning 90% of points on his first serve and 69% on his second. Davy's numbers: 12 unforced errors to Murray's none. The underdog duffs a forehand halfway down the net, and another break slips away. Stick Andy's dinner on, Judy, he'll be home shortly.

Murray tugs at the front of his collarless white shirt (with muted red trim) and waits, racquet swaying like a snake-charmer's flute. Battering flat forehand, first cross-court then down the line - too good, far too good, and the breaks are piling up. If Davydenko's towel was the same colour as his shirt he'd already have tossed it at the umpire's feet.

That Murray slice is cutting Davydenko to pieces. That last one stayed so low that it barely bothered with the bounce. And another - Davy will desperately dig it up, but only to send it sailing way beyond the baseline. The Russian to his chair, and he will bury his face in his towel like a man trying to hide from the horror of it all.

Davydenko has won just 19 of the 62 points in this match so far. He'd be pulling his hair out if it wasn't already on the endangered list. Murray puts a backhand long, Davy nails a first serve and - at last! he has the skinniest of footholds on this perilous precipice.

A young lady there in the crowd with a saltire painted on her face. Looks great now, slightly more awkward on the night-bus home later. Murray holds in the flicker of an eye, goes to his chair and sips contentedly from his bottle of sponsor's water. Davydenko lost in the first round last year too, that time to Bernard Tomic. On the basis that Tomic himself crashed out in the first round earlier today, I fear we can offer precious few crumbs of comfort to the beleaguered Russian.

If you're at Wimbledon today and you're in the market for a little tea, a word of warning from my colleague Ben Dirs: avoid the chicken curry. "One piece of chicken in the whole thing, and it cost me ten quid". Seven unforced errors from Davydenko so far, the most recent of them offering up another break point. Oh, delightful from Murray, easing a delicate forehand up and over the tape and away for the winner.

Murray ticking along at 77% with his first serve. Useful numbers. Easy hold, and Davydenko has no answer at the moment. In fact, I'm not even sure he knows what the question is.

Either Ivan Lendl is asleep over there, or he's texting on the sly. I hope for his sake that he's got that mobile on silent. Murray owning this set, forcing frequent errors, capitalising on everything he's offered. Jonathan Edwards over there, watching rapt. Big into his cycling now, the former world and Olympic triple jump champion. Told me the other day that he recently reached speeds of 59mph going down a big Northumbrian climb. That's serious speed.

Murray clambering all over Davy here, lacing a forehand cross-court, pouncing on a loose backhand to set up three more break points. First serve long from Davy, and Murray advances three paces to receive the second. Feeble, sitting up with "Hit Me" written all over it, and Murray clouts it down the line for another clean winner. Two breaks, and Davydenko trudges to his chair with all the vim of a fast bowler at the end of a 12-over spell.

You want another morale-boosting omen? Murray is on a six-match winning streak against Russian opponents. I know - it feels a little forced, that one, but still. Crisp backhand overhead from Davydenko that leaves Murray helpless, but that's solid serving - always in control of the point, opening up the court with precise forehands, placing away the winner to maintain the break. Up in the box, Kim nods her approval.

Look, I don't want to tempt fate, but Murray has always won his first round match at Wimbledon. Don't fear the mockers; celebrate the good omen. Davy wrong-foots Murray with a whipping forehand but can then only scuff a stretching forehand into the net, and that's deuce. Long from the Russian, and Murray has break point. He waits, crouched, two metres beyond the baseline... punching forehand return, now a whipping top-spin, Davydenko scurrying, flat and fast out to his forehand wing, and Davydenko is into the tram-lines. Break taken, warm applause from a relaxing crowd.

The first time these two have met on grass, and Murray gets his serve firing from the off - ace down the middle, Davy nowhere, the first game in his title tilt safely tucked away. Muted atmosphere around Centre so far, a fair few green seats still unoccupied in the famous old arena.

They've met nine times before, these two, with Murray just nibbling ahead 5-4. Davydenko hasn't beaten the Briton since 2008, however. Davydenko bounces the ball once, twice, leans back, winds up the arms and fires a serve out wide - Murray slicing, forcing his opponent deep, and the Russian buries a backhand into the net. Sir Terry Wogan there in the Royal Box, impassive, a salmon-pink handkerchief in the breast pocket of his navy blazer, a matching tie double-Windsored round his neck. Ace from Davy to still the early nerves, and when Murray puts a hurried forehand into the net the game is secured.